We are lost together.

I had a good last working-day at work. I finished off some planning and departmental tasks, and finished getting my desk in order for another school year (i.e. massive purging). I also found out my teaching schedule for next year and I'm quite happy with it. I have what will hopefully be some good classes, and preps in the afternoon both semesters. I am optimistic.

After school, I ran some errands and then went to the gym. I had a really great work-out: I ran for a longer distance and time than I had ever before. While I leaving the change room, I had my water bottle in one hand, towels draped over my arm, and my phone and keys in another. I have my Metropass attached to my keys, and I like to have it out as soon as I leave the gym because the subway entrance is right by the entrance to the gym. I'm all about efficiency.

Anyway, my phone rang while I was leaving the change room. It was my friend Eric, with whom I had dinner plans this evening. I stopped, and turned around to take the call. After the call I realized my keys were no longer in my hand. I had no memory of putting them down and searched around the change room. I dug through my purse and gym bag in case I had placed them in there. No luck. I even dug through the laundry basket of used towels to see if I'd accidentally dropped them in there. Nope. I looked everywhere, and then checked at the front desk to see if anyone had returned them. No luck.

After searching everywhere again, I gave up and left my number at the front desk. They seem confident that they'll turn up, since people are good about returning keys. I don't think anyone would steal them... The only thing of value on them was a June Metropass and there are only two days left in June.

I was lucky that I got a ride home from Eric and that my super was in to let me in and lend me an extra key to the main door (I only ever had one). I'm also out a mail key for now, which sucks that I can't check my mail now that it's being delivered again after the Canada Post strike.

I'll be sad if my key chains are lost. There were three with my keys. There was the one that Claire gave me when she visited Toronto, one that I got at the chateau Chenonceau that I visited during my first time in France, and a lovely purple owl keychain from Coach. Keep your fingers crossed that me and my key chains (and my keys) will be reunited.

Anyway, after the key debacle, Eric and I had a lovely dinner at my favourite neighbourhood Mexican restaurant. I take everyone there, but it was Eric's first time and he loved it. It makes you feel like you've been transported to Mexico, the food is great, the drinks are awesome, and my favourite waitress, the one who once told me she'd had too much tequila one night, was working. Eric and I had a great time catching up after not seeing each other since February.

Tomorrow night is grad, so we don't have to check in at school. I'd already made plans with my work spouse to do a weight-lifting class in the afternoon at the gym, so maybe my keys will be waiting for me. I am also really looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. Bliss.