I suppose that one might say that I, too, feel like I misplaced my metaphorical frog at some point last night. For what it’s worth, I did actually lose a lizard when I was about ten years old. We lived on the sixth floor of a seventeen story apartment building. I must have forgotten to put the top back on to the terrarium that the lizard lived in; what I remember most clearly is coming back into my room and seeing the lizard climbing up the outside of the windowpane, heading for the seventh floor. Okay, it’s definitely time for more coffee…this is getting even weirder than usual.