Box of easels where are you?

We’re working fast and furiously to get everything ready for the Tucson Festival of Books. It’s a week from Saturday and it’s a very big deal. We’re pretty proud that we’ve been involved with the festival since the beginning and now it’s HUGE – last year 130,000 people showed up.

Our list of stuff to finish was really, really long and we’ve managed to mark almost every single thing off. One thing I have left to do is pack up the stuff for our displays. That involved cleaning off my desk. It’s about three feet high with the flotsam and jetsam that builds up with a family. There are boxes of books in the family room. Here’s another box of stuff by the side door. I gathered all of those things in one area and started taking everything apart to see what I had.

I missing a bunch of stuff and I have no idea where it could be.

In my luggage from New York? That seems unlikely since I used that luggage in Las Vegas in November.

Maybe in my car? I don’t think so because I’ve cleaned out Dave and what’s missing would be in a big-ish box.

Still under my desk somewhere? Must be.

Where the hell could that be? Where?

I’m mystified.