Rock In My Sock

Big apologies to everyone I suspected had stolen my rock. Ended up I had put it in my own sock and forgot about it. It was hidden in the cuff of my bobby sock, must have put it there during a boring moment of our meeting. I'm wondering why I'm doing one boneheaded thing after another lately. I used to be a big of an egghead -- now I'm turning into Charlie in Flowers For Algernon.