Almost seven hours ago, I had a dream (a vision, if you prefer) that involved the aforementioned Sacheen Littlefeather, whom, with no warning given, decided to scalp me for all of the sins that I have committed against the oppressed peoples of this world, and once I awoke ("snapped out of it", if you prefer), drenched in perspiration, breathing heavily, and with a heart nearly pounding out of my chest, I realized that my Stetson 10-gallon hat was suddenly missing.
I'm terribly regretful for my tardiness today, as am I equally apologetic for the sudden speech impediment that occurred concurrently with said hat loss. The search will continue, high and low, here at the ranch. Dave, wishing you and Mrs. Margalotti safe journeys, and you a quick return amongst our ranks.
Now.. where is that blessed hat?!?