That causes sock tempers to flare and arguments to erupt and sock divorces to occur. This is the first time I’ve had it happen in a hotel room. I have searched hither and yon, and cannot find the missing sock. I am sure that since the room is as dry as a popcorn fart I will find it attached to the back of my coat later by static electricity, but only if it is embarrassing to do so. meanwhile I have had to go back out to the car and get another from the bugout bag, at which point I remembered that it is in fact the SUMMER bugout bag, and has no long underdrawers or hoodie.

Bugger this for a lark.