As Pablo and I were getting ready to leave today, him for work and me for a day of studying with a friend in her new office at a nearby university, I started searching for a book. Not just any book but Methodology of the Oppressed by Chela Sandoval. It had been recommended as vital to my research by two different people last year. So naturally I'd ordered it from Amazon and then put it out of my mind. But today I knew I needed to start outlining it.
It was missing. I looked and looked for at least 10 minutes before finally and frantically telling Pablo that my book wasn't anywhere. So he started looking too. We don't have a very big apartment, but there are many places a book can hide. Of course when we moved 18 months ago, Pablo spent a long afternoon helping me organize my academic books by a combination of subject and author (I have a LOT of books) so exactly this sort of situation would be avoided.