As I was getting ready for my run yesterday, I couldn't find my iPod. Last I had seen it, Norah had been walking around with it. Not good. I remember thinking when I saw her with it: "Grab that from her and stow it or you'll never find it again." Did I take my own mental advice? Nope. Must've gotten distracted by something else.
I searched a few places that popped into my mind as "Norah places," but when it didn't turn up in any of those spots, I gave up and went for the run without my tunes. I know there are some running purists out there who don't like to run with music and will (probably correctly) tell me that it's dangerous and will be the death of me, but I don't care. Running by myself is about the only time I listen to adult music, and I think it's Awesome Sauce to not have Elmo's ABC Song ringing through my eardrums.
So, I ran -- sans tunes -- and when I got back I figured I'd look in a few more spots that occurred to me while I was out running (since I was without music, I had the brain space to think of other hiding spots Norah might have stashed the iPod). Still no dice. I gave up and figured I'd find it in a year (like the DVD remote we lost for a year) in some familiar, yet unexpected place.
Then, I unloaded the dryer, and...viola! There it was! Whether she'd stuck it in one of her precious pockets, or just stuck it in a hamper, I don't know, but I do know it went through the wash and then the dryer. I didn't have high hopes that I could resurrect it, but I have resurrected past iPods, and as in "The Princess Bride," with iPods, there are a couple kinds of death.
So, I plugged it into my laptop and it actually came on and synced up to iTunes. Thus, I conclude it must've only been "Mostly Dead." According to its blinky orange light, it's currently charging; let's hope this will be the chocolate covered pill it needs and it will back to life by this afternoon's run!