When I made the decision to always have something orange on but not always wear an orange t-shirt, I chose hats as my continuity costume. I can wear any shirt or coat but if I don’t have orange on I’ve got a number of orange hats. As with most things, I have a favourite. They all have a different purpose and the right time or the wrong time to wear them but my favourite was made for me by my sister and I like its spit and its style. 

I’m blocking this this morning because I can’t find it and as much as I hate searching for things in life I hate them even more when I don’t know where to search because I always put my hats in the same place. There is no way I should be able to lose a hat and yet I have. 

When things like this occasionally happen, I assume the worst and think to myself, well, that’s it for that hat. It’s gone forever. That magical place where the other socks reside. Things that vanish without explanation. 

The understanding that it will probably show up and be in some obvious place and I will remember why it’s there is in the back of my mind but that doesn’t stop me from assuming the worst even if it doesn’t make logical sense. 

I am seldom seen without a hat. My hair is messy and the hat contains it. I guess I’ll wear my second favourite today and if it doesn’t show up, it will become the new number one.