Today, I've given up on finding my ear stud. When watching TV yesterday evening, I reached up to my earlobe and realized it had fallen out. Once, Jay located it in the shower area for our building's swimming pool after it'd come off. Just in case, we ran down and checked last night too. Unfortunately, there was nothing. I am not even sure when the ruby and I may have parted ways. I wrote a note on a bulletin board downstairs but have now come to terms with the idea that I'll most likely never get it back.
It's not the cost that makes me a little sad, it's the emotional loss of no longer being able to wear it.