I’m still haunted by the loss of one of my favorite shirts. In my day to day shirt rotation I always have a favorite. One that’s not too new and stiff but not too worn and falling apart. It’s in that magical sweet spot. One of those shirts just vanished on me. It wasn’t there when I folded the laundry and I couldn’t remember the last time I wore it. Maybe someday I’ll go on vacation and find it tucked into an obscure piece of luggage.