No doubt compounded by reading
STILL MISSING...
I have spent too much of every single one of the last five days driving around. I realize this is a reflection of our choice of where we make our home, where nothing is close, but still...
Anyway, one one day -- Wednesday, I think? -- between driving in Douglas and driving in Bisbee, I saw a white panel van with a non-descriptive business name and a city, but no particular address, on the doors. Twice. And I was convinced it was a kidnapper's van.
Sadly, since much of the running around has been taking various dogs to the vets for explosive diarrhea problems, it did not appear to be operated by Cruella deVil. Because a mash-up for 101 DALMATIANS meets "The Ransom of Red Chief" would entertain me greatly.