Somewhere in this room is a can of tomato sauce. And I've spent the past forty minutes trying to find the thing. Clearly, a thorough cleaning of this place is long overdue.

There is only one logical place for said can to be: in the cabinet in the kitchen area. And yet, it is not there. This is presumably because I was exhausted last night -- which is when I bought it -- so I fell asleep very shortly after I came in, and, apparently, was so zonked that I didn't bother putting the can where it belongs.

The problem is, to turn Sherlock Holmes's maxim on its head, once you eliminate the plausible, what remains is the ridiculous. It could be practically anywhere, I suppose.

In the meantime, I'm hungry, and I have some chili to make, and this is holding up the works. It would've been faster if I'd just gone out and bought another can when I first noticed its absence. Maybe I should do that now. Hmmph.

Ha! Found it! ...in an utterly ridiculous location, of course. I had a bag of junk food given to me by my siblings, 'cause it's all stuff that I eat but the rest of the family doesn't (I accept a particular leniency with regard to kosher food that they don't-- if it means anything to you, I eat cholov stam, while they're all makpid on cholov Yisroel; if it doesn't, don't worry about it), and I apparently stuck it in there. Okay, time to make supper.