Scariest Hour Of My Life

In retrospect it was actually not that big a deal, but today I had the worst period of time in the entire period since I’ve returned to Canada. While doing the laundry, my wedding ring slipped off and ended up in the machine. I didn’t know this at the time of course; all I knew is that while we were walking down the street to our favorite diner, I suddenly noticed that as I was unconsciously rubbing my pinky against my 4th finger, it felt different, and realized to my horror that my wedding ring was gone. We theorized that perhaps it was indeed in the washing machine, but we ate first, waiting for the machine to finish and I was absolutely miserable. Suddenly losing that little piece of metal was weighing very heavily on my shoulders and I have a difficult time explaining why.

In the end, the ring did indeed end up in the machine and I found it once more, as well as an enormous sense of relief that likes of which I don’t recall having experienced this strongly.