a hazard

I've just woken up (before my alarm, which means I must be rested up finally) and realized that I have no idea where my favorite pair of shoes might be. They're good fall shoes, which means I should have intuitively put them in a Berlin-bound suitcase during the move. But then, they're also shoes that could get ruined by lots of rain, which means I might have sent them to Toledo or Illinois instead.

Bottom line is, I don't have any normal closed-toe shoes to walk around in. Not in my current scatter of possessions, not here in New York. Hmm. Perhaps there's a place I've stashed them and forgotten about. Or perhaps they're home with my folks. I wasn't planning to go shopping before I left, but with the Euro so strong, I just might do. Hmm.