Well, everyone can relax and get on with their lives now.
I found my book.
Where was it?
Why in my Intrepid of course, buried under some mail that I took out of the mailbox last week but never bothered to bring into the house.
How did it get there?
This is clearly the work of the liberal media. Or maybe it was part of some vast right-wing conspiracy. I guess it could be gnomes that sneak into my house every night to hide stuff.
It's most certainly not because I'm going senile..