Another friggin pen

This makes three in about nine months. This time I even sort of knew the pen I'd been carrying was missing as I'd had to snag another one. I'd casually looked in a number of places, even checked my dirty laundry for it, but hadn't found it. At least not until today when I saw it resting uncapped at the bottom of the washer. Again thankfully unbroken, but I feel at the outer limits of luck, so I must get better about checking my pockets or stop carrying pens. Didn't notice any pen streaks but then I decided not to really look for them until later. It might be good if I did find some, might stress me into working out today.