Tether restored. All hail the tether.

Okay, so, let’s face it — 5:25 a.m., with everyone in the house asleep, only a few minute before I have to leave to get to the train station this morning, and, honestly speaking, only half awake myself … well, it’s not the time to either think clearly, nor to tear the house apart. I tried texting my phone, I tried calling it, but didn’t hear anything, and that was all I had time for.

So I headed for the office, sans mobile. Which, given the amount of goofing off I do on it during the train ride, was annoying. Once at work, I sent a note to my directs, peers, and boss that my cell phone was being sequestered by gremlins, and did my job for the day.

Margie was working from home, and she looked around, but to no avail. She made the suggestion I might call my phone company to see if any calls had been placed with it, confirming that it had been stolen.

Me? I had one ace in hole. I knew I had put it back in my holster while walking back to the car at the train station. If not placed fully back in, it might have fallen out in the car. I’d looked in the car this morning, but only cursorally, looking to see if it was sitting on the seat. I hadn’t done a thorough job …

And, hey presto, there it was, slid cleanly to the left side of the driver’s seat, covered with seatbelt. Huzzah.

At last … my hip is complete again!