I had a surreal moment this AM. There's a courthouse I drive past on my way to work, not far from home, and people who have cases or jury duty are usually milling in front before it opens. When I drove past it this morning, I saw a man on the steps of the courthouse wearing what I swear is one my jackets. It's a very casual jacket, sort of athletic-wear, very distinctive due to its logos (no, not your usual universal sportswear logos) and color scheme, so I'm highly highly dubious that it was just another jacket that looked like mine. Right after that realization, it occurred to me I have not noticed that jacket in our front closet lately. In the next second, I felt this really intense sense of violation, that this guy either swiped my jacket somehow or I may have somehow dropped it (I can understand dropping gloves or keys, but a jacket??) or left it somewhere. Ugh. That was a terrible feeling. And I'm going to do something I don't like to do -- stereotype -- and say that this guy looked more like a suspect than a juror. Well, not much I can do about the lost jacket, and I'm sad that it's gone. Oh sure, it's possible that that was not my jacket, and my jacket is still in the closet, but I seriously seriously doubt that. Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. Stress level up a few notches, the surge of feeling that life is out of control. Yeah, I know...over a stupid jacket! I know it seems silly, but I can't help it. - Paula.