Houston, We Have A Problem
On Wednesday, I went to pick up Caleb from school, got in line with the other Moms, turned off the car and pulled out my knitting. I set the Devon sock in my lap and reached into my sock bag for the row counter. At that point, my working needle (the only one of the 5 not holding stitches and therefore attached to the sock) slid gracefully off my lap, down between my seat and the center console and lodged itself in the space between the track for adjusting the seat forward and back and the floor of the car. This entire space is about 1/8 inch deep - perfect for a cozy nest for a DPN. I know it's there, I've seen it a couple of times when I poked a piece of paper down there, but I have no way of grabbing it. I can't get to it from under the seat because there's no working room to get my fingers in there. Unless it dislodges at some point in the future (it's possible that a couple of hard right turns will get it loose), I've lost my needle.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, I'm going to go order another set of DPN's.