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Not quite a ring cycle.
For about six hours, I lost a ring in my apartment. I knew that if I discounted the infinitesimally low but nonzero chance it'd fallen off into the toilet or a garbage bin, because I didn't wear it outside of my apartment, it had to be somewhere in the eight square feet around where I'd last seen it.
There's something to be said for losing an object in a closed system. On some level, you know it's a matter of focus and time, and it's not really lost, as these things go, since you know where it is. It's not so much lost as misplaced.
What I think happened was it bounced off the wooden floor and hit a small piece of carpet about the same color, landing between two much larger objects. Until I moved one of those objects and looked straight down - a thin piece of non-reflective metal on a woven mat about the same color as said mat - I didn't know if I'd find it without any kind of deep-cleaning.
As it is, it's back on my hand, and that's one more life lesson about the benefits of not panicking.
There's something to be said for losing an object in a closed system. On some level, you know it's a matter of focus and time, and it's not really lost, as these things go, since you know where it is. It's not so much lost as misplaced.
What I think happened was it bounced off the wooden floor and hit a small piece of carpet about the same color, landing between two much larger objects. Until I moved one of those objects and looked straight down - a thin piece of non-reflective metal on a woven mat about the same color as said mat - I didn't know if I'd find it without any kind of deep-cleaning.
As it is, it's back on my hand, and that's one more life lesson about the benefits of not panicking.
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