Synchronicity

It's been awhile.   Too long.   Too many thoughts wanting out.   Too many assumed reason to keep them in.  Feeling too mentally and physically down.   The redeeming thing now is that I can assume no one reads these anymore, so the environment has changed.   Who knows?   I don't.  
Anyway, let's phase in slowly.   Way too dependent on technology.  That's a given.   Went to dinner last night at a new place.   Beautiful setting, outdoor table.   Good service, good drink, good food.   
Midway through the meal a friend and group take up the table next to us.   Greetings exchanged and good tidings expressed.   
Meal finished, time to head home.   Collect the doggy bags and off we go.   20 miles later pull into the garage and realize that my phone was left on the table.   
The near panic of realization that everything -- too much of things --- is on that phone.   Phone numbers, addresses, photos, calendars.   A call to the restaurant produces the "no one's turned one in", and is responded with details about where we were sitting, the waitress description, etc.    
Halfway through the call, a voice comes on the line, "this is Mark, I got your phone. I'll bring it for you tomorrow."   
Yes I do.   Synchronicity.   Shit happens for a reason often indeterminate.  
After that the evening was peaceful and uninterrupted.   
Hmmm.