My Little Black Book

I have owned what I call my Little Black Book (otherwise known as a "planner") since high school. It's a Day Runner, actually. I used to use it for a calendar and assignment book for homework but now I have all sorts of information in there such as an address book, a calendar, random notes to myself and other miscellaneous items. The zipper is so well worn that it glides smoothly, but the leather outside looks like I just bought it yesterday. I love my little black book and I have to admit that I'd feel a little bit lost if I misplaced it. I rarely misplace things, so on Saturday, when Casey and I were running errands and I noticed that my black book was missing, I sort of panicked. It had our list of things to do in it and I didn't know where to go next (just kidding!). But really, I needed to find it and fast. It turns out I'd left it at the table where had eaten lunch and the waitstaff had found it. Crisis averted, thank goodness! I sort of feel like my whole life is in there. Or at least all the things my brain just won't hold, which ends up being quite a bit, actually.