I've always had to have pants with pockets. But, on those rare occasions when I do find myself in pocketless pants, I end up pulling out my old stand-by sweater. The one with deep pockets that can hold a day's worth of collecting all the odd bits of stuff that seems to have found its way to somewhere it ought not be.

My intention is to get these odd bits back to where they belong, before I found them under bed, under sofa, under bookcase, under desk, under tree.

Each day I empty out my pockets, and once in a while, I just have to smile at what I find.