One-forty-five...

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Right now it's one-twenty-two by my computer clock, but one-forty-five is when the FIL of the guy whose dog I walked said he would return my phone, which they found outside their house--as he said in his email: "...just outside the house near the outer wall." Not %100 sure where that was but I have an idea. They had kind of a covered porch, wo I hope that it was somewhere under there. Now I just hope that when I get it (and after I try charging it again) the phone will still work. If not, I have another phone for which the phone company is sending me a chip, and my keys (to my apartment, the pool, and my mailbox) are attached to my phone--so at least I'll have those back. I have not been able to get my mail since I misplaced my phone. I hope that all is well with you in your part of myLot land!