Small Flair in Hidden Places

I wake up with a horrible cold or horrible allergies--funny how the body responds the same to real or imagined threats against it--and dread the morning.  I can't find one box of tissues anywhere.

Then, I realize I've lost my cell phone.

Sniffling and pitiful, I wander to the basement just in case my cell phone is lost amid the scatter of assignment sheets and lesson plans.  Still sniffling, I spy it innocently positioned in the most curious of places.

Right next to a box of tissues.

Flair came early and reminded me that what I lose sometimes brings me to what needs to be found.