It's not unusual for a ballplayer to lose a step over time. Plays he used to make, he can no longer. Shots that used to fall, clang off the rim. A pitch he used to be able to get the bat around on, eludes him.
It's that way for me this morning.
I have lost my sense of humor.
I asked my wife if she had seen it.
No luck.
I looked through my winter coat which I put away last week,
thinking I might have left it in a pocket.
It wasn't there.
I looked in my over-stuffed sock drawer. Maybe the cleaning lady had put it there. Maybe I left it in an old pair of jeans and it went through the wash.
I examined the places my puppy hides things. Maybe she had absconded with it.
But no.
It's gone.
I have lost my sense of humor.
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