Of rings and things...

Cayne has apparently lost his wedding ring. He stopped at a fast food drive through on his way home, and at some point, realized that his ring was gone. It may have come off in his car. It may have come off at work. He's going to look in both places tomorrow, as well as consult with the security people to see if anyone turns one in, but I suspect it's gone.

I feel like I'm expected to be angry about it, but I'm not. I'm sad and disappointed, but not angry. It happens. He doesn't love me any less, he wasn't taking it off to cheat or mess around with someone else.

He feels awful and I wish I could make him feel better.