
They are everywhere.
Next to the bed, maybe I stepped out of them to tuck in for the night.
In front of the bed where I apparently left them as I undressed (and possible donned some other footwear). In front of the closet door. Really? Did I open the closet and choose a different pair?
A pair of sandals is understandably under my desk in the living room. I slipped them off while working there and padded around barefoot. I don't remember but I bet when my feet got cold, I went into the bedroom and slipped into something to warm my feet up again.
This is what living alone for 42 years looks like.






