as days pass by

Last night, someone stole my Sharp Zaurus from me. Right out of my hand, while I was standing on the street. I am not at all happy about this. The police give little chance of me ever getting it back, but fortunately it’s covered on my house and contents insurance, so I shouldn’t be without it for too long. But I was somewhat shell-shocked at the time, and somewhat despondent now. ——-