Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I lost my cell phone last night at a play reading.  My friend and I sat in the front row, so I had to put my bag under my feet.  I didn't miss it until I got home, then it took me about an hour to search, and when I was doing that my son called and was able to use GPS to locate it at the theater, which is nearby, but of course no one was there.  I left a message, but will have to wait around today until a person listens and looks for it.  I've got my fingers crossed.  Luckily, I have a password, so no one can get in, but my photos, my photos!  My kids and grandkids.  My son-in-law was in a process of getting my phone to automatically back up the photos onto my computer, but hasn't had the time to get it up and running.  So now I am tethered to my landline until I know if my phone is there for sure.  Otherwise I shut it down and will have to get another.
You know what's aggravating?  How much it upset me.  I kept telling myself it's no biggie, and people lose their belongings in much worse situations:  fires, burgaries, purse snatching.  I'm just a big cry baby!  It took me forever to get to sleep last night, because I remember reaching for my phone before the performance began to shut it completely off, and didn't find it, but thought it must be at home.  If only I'd looked then!  What a dope I am.  Oh, well, I guess I already knew that.