So, today, I was off to the yoga studio to chat with the owners about their website. I'm working up the wireframe and getting the text ready before we hand it off to my friend to make it beautiful. End result: I never pay for yoga.

Anyway, I'm walking past Community Thrift and realize it is the first Monday of the month, which means it is 50 percent off day. So, I go check out the books. It's always hit or miss, usually the latter. Not to mention, there are some people who really gear up for 50% off day. I find three books I want and, with 50% off day, these seemingly pristine hardcovers come to $3 and change.

So, I pay for them with a $5 and at once I'm trying to put away my money, move my items out of the way, they're giving me my previously checked backpack, and the next person in line is already standing there like I'm holding up her entire day.

I try to juggle all these things efficiently and somehow fail. A few steps out of the store, having only purchased my items a few steps inside the door, I realize I have no wallet. I immediately go back inside. It's not on the floor. I ask the cashier, and we can't find it anywhere around the entire area. i check the backpack. Nothing.

I find the crazy, seemingly-homeless lady who was crowding me to get away from the register, and she says she didn't see anything and she didn't take it.

So, without my wallet, I continue on to the yoga studio. Earphones back in, Madonna singing again. I'm sort of happy how it's just become a few new to-do list items and nothing I'm really freaked out over. Call my credit card companies, check with the DMV, etc.

When I get to yoga, they insist I call the credit card companies before we do anything, because that way if purchases are made after I call, it will be more likely to result in me not being liable, etc. Sounds good, so I call them, stop those cards, new ones all come within 5-7 days from now.

We have lunch, and as we walk, I see coins on the sidewalk. I take that as the sign that my wallet will be returned, but as to not appear crazy, I don't mention it.

I check the Oasis maildrop, and on my way past my gym, where I pop in to get a temporary card as I'm planning to start cardio and Bikram starting Thursday, and I see a dime on the sidewalk. Again, i think that is just my sign, so I figure I'll leave the coins for someone else.

When I get home, of course, there is a message. Someone found my wallet. It was found across the street from the store where I lost/dropped/had it stolen. But it is completely intact. The people who found it live in Sonoma, so didn't get it back today, but they are going to put it in a padded envelope and mail it back to me first thing tomorrow, so with the holiday I'll likely get it Thursday.

I told them to use the cash in the wallet to pay for the padded envelope and shipping, and he said he wouldn't touch my money and not to worry about it.

So, it's still a bit weird not having a wallet in my pants, but I took a passport and a checkbook up to the bank and got enough green to last a few days (I'm usually a debit card person for everything).

But, yeah, I was kind of pleased how unfazed I was by losing it, how expectant I was there would be a message for me at home, and how kind and gracious the person is who found it. He said the only thing he wants from me is a call to know I got it returned safely.