Recently, I lost one of my spoons. To anyone else it’s just a lost spoon. I was walking from the kitchen to the living room and it fell off the plate I was carrying. I heard it make a soft “thud” as it fell onto the carpet. Of course, I cursed as I continued to my computer desk. It’s hard to eat runny coleslaw with your fingers. At that particular moment I assumed that I could retrieve the errant spoon on my way back to the kitchen to get its replacement. No such luck…