I had locked up and was happily ensconced in my chair, a warm quilt wrapped around me, when I recalled that I had left my phone outside. I looked around for the key. It was nowhere to be found. I looked under my books, under the pillow on the couch, under the unfolded laundry on the dining table (gotta do something about that before Shabbat). No keys.

“Have you tried googling them?” asked Pixel.