And headphones. And a bunch of adapters. And a protein bar. And generally also a wad of receipts.

Which pockets are the adapters in? I'm assuming that includes cables, right? With pants pockets I feel I'm either going to sit on stuff, fold it when I bend, or whack it against something I am walking past. That's why I take my phone out when I sit down, and only leave keys and money in my pants.

I'm not usually wearing makeup, but since I'm allergic to lip balm and have v. dry skin I have either a tub or a tube (huh, spelling....) of vaseline in me at all times, as well as hand lotion, because I need to moisturise after I wash my hands and I can't use whatever's lying around because the smell might be a migraine trigger.

I am firmly convinced that Dita walks among us, because we don't really know what she looks like. She can nip out to 7-11 if she makes it out of the house undetected, because without jet-dark hair and blood red lips, no one will figure it's her.

That's as conspiracy theorist as I get.

I am strangely enamored of that conspiracy theory. Like, a lot.

I think the bra/phone thing depends on how squishy you are. I put my phone in my bra, my keys in my bra etc. It doesn't take up more room, it just squishes my boob. But I have enough boob that the squishing is not noticiable (see the times I forget my phone is in my bra).

Thinking about it-- if I could y around a sloth who would take care of my phone, my keys and my meds, THAT would be magical.

My bras are sized to squish my breasts at maximum comfort. I don't want them looser than that for day to day wear. Any more squishing is, by definition, less comfortable, so unappealing.

Every time I stick something in my bra it gets moist. I'm surprised this is not seemingly more of a problem!

My bad news of the day:

A former student of mine (who is now 24) dissappeared sometime after midnight Monday. She was at her parents house, they saw her come in at midnight, and when they got up she was not there. No one has heard from her since. All my students and former students are posting all over facebook with missing, and telling her to come home etc. And I feel horrible, because I think she is dead. I don't think 24 year old women disappear, leaving no trace, no computer use, no phone use, and no credit card use without being dead or injured-- even if seriously mentally ill, I feel like an ATM card would have been used. And I feel horrible and sick about it because she was lovely and bright and talented and had a wonderful future ahead of her. But scenarios like being kidnapped and held or getting amnesia or running away seem unlikely and illogical.

I went through this with a work friend's BFF many years ago, and they had so much hope, only for the young man to be found dead in the spring in a field he was walking across. He had died the same day he dissappeared.

Unless something goes horribly wrong (note to the Universe: this is NOT A DARE), Husband has accepted a job offer in Houston. The formal offer letter should come on Monday.

And if the Houston thing falls through, he also has an offer from ABQ. So we are set.

(But I would prefer Houston.)

Congrats, Husband of Dana! Go Houston!