I’m very angry with myself. About a month ago I lost my MP3 player, which stinks because it’s bike-riding weather and now I can’t listen to my books-on-tape (will we ever call them books-on-mp3?). THEN on Saturday I lost my Flash drive. Stinky!

The jump drive did have my contact info on it so we’ll see if it gets returned. . . . probably not. The embarrassing part is that I had about 3000 words of a story idea on there and I don’t like people to read my stories until I’ve edited them about fifty million times.

Update #1: Found
Update #2: And Found