I appear to have lost my wedding ring. It must have slipped off my finger when I was out tonight, but I've no idea where. Certainly, it's not at home where I usually put it when I'm having a shower. At a pinch it could be somewhere around the house, but retracing my steps from this evening hasn't had any luck so far.
Coming as it has just at the tail end of a major depressive episode, this isn't exactly helping matters. Fortunately Sarah's being very forgiving and understanding, but it just feels wrong to not be wearing a ring. Hopefully I'll get a replacement at some point.
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