An Old Sock

I don't know how it happened.  I don't know who to credit.  Had I asked for it, it could have been the miracle someone needed for sainthood.  An old sock appeared on my bathroom floor last night.

I like winter.  I like snow.  I love snow days, and in part that might be a reason I don't want a 4WD vehicle - an excuse to stay home.  I don't like being cold, but I love bundling up, fuzzy sweaters, warm socks, over-sized mugs of tea, crackling fire in the stove. 

Four years ago I received a multi-colored striped pair of knee high socks - lovely autumnal colors.  The next year I received a similar pair in purples.  I have a great drawer full of winter socks, but one of those autumnal striped socks has been missing since last winter (at least).  The other one sunk deeper and deeper into the drawer - I just kept expecting its mate to turn up, hoping it would surface when we moved out of the trailer, but it never did. Just a week ago, I was culling through my socks and saw it, speculating on a craft or some other use for which it might serve

Monday it snowed.  Tuesday I had a snow day.  Decked out in warm clothes with an over-sized mug of tea, I sat at the counter and worked from home.  I allowed myself a couple distractions - made a loaf of focaccia bread and did a couple loads of laundry.  The second load went in after I worked out and showered, just a load of towels, my workout clothes, and a few other things from the hamper. 

When I got home from work on Wednesday, I pulled the laundry out of the dryer to grab my workout clothes.  After exercising I needed a shower, and while I had already hung new towels up, I reached into the laundry basket to pull out an old yellow towel I have been using for my hair.  I flung it over the towel bar and went back out to the kitchen to get a drink of water.  When I came back into the bathroom, there on the floor in front of the towels was the lost striped sock. 

There was nothing in the laundry in which the sock could have hidden for so long; nothing we hadn't worn or used so thoroughly that we'd have failed to notice a sock.  I looked in the drawer, and the un-lost sock was still  there.  I just don't know how to explain it!