Johnny lost his keys on Tuesday. We looked everywhere, sure that he hadn't gone out since he had let himself in the night before. We went through the garbage (the cat, Lefty, likes to push things off the tub into the bin) & a million less & less likely places. Then I moved a cup & there they were, in (almost) plain sight, on the tub.
The next day I buttoned my keys into a shirt pocket, then took the shirt off as soon as I got outside because it was far too warm, went for a walk & when I got home: no keys.
As soon as I get into bed, Lefty usually jumps in between us, filling up on the energy that hums between Johnny & me.
We are getting so in tune that it seems obvious that we would lose our keys a day apart.