I had misplaced my phone on Wednesday. I had looked for it everywhere—my room, my desk, my car. I was rather upset by the whole thing, as I managed to lose my wallet a few weeks ago.

On Friday, I had mentioned to a number of people that I had lost my phone, so I'd only be in contact via e-mail unless I found it.

Friday night, I made it home late (I had taken the train from San Mateo) and had settled in to watch TV. I was sitting on the cushion on the floor in our living room.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt my butt vibrating.

I reached under the cushion, pulled out the phone, and answered it:

Me: Hello?
Camden: You found your phone!
Me: Yeah! I was sitting on it.
Camden: Cool! Let's go drinking!
Me: OK!

And then I ambled up to the Noc Noc where we celebrated the finding of my phone.