Magic, Mystery, or just Me?

Sunday night when I went to bed, my cane was on the floor, lying across the door hole. I looked at it, thought I should pick that up so I don't trip over it, then decided not to, because I don't ever use that half of the room early in the day.
Monday morning, when I remembered, it wasn't there. No big deal; I must have picked it up anyway without thinking about it.
BUT:
It wasn't anywhere. Not on my cart, not on the box, not by my desk, not stretched out oh the floor behind my box, not under the lip in the kitchen, along the bottom of cabinets, counter, and sinks. Not in bathroom between wall and vanity sink. not beside or behind refrigerator. Not between the bed and my trunk., not between my shelf units, not under the chairs beside the tv. I even looked under the bed in three or four different places! I always lean it on something so it will be near-at-hand.

Oh well, it must be here somewhere, and I'll find it eventually.
I always do. It does like to hide from me. (Which was why I made note of where I was leaving it before I went to bed,.)
So, being wibble-wobble, I didn't go anywhere Monday, although I did do a pretty good job of housecleaning.

Well, this morning (Tuesday) when I got up -- and it was morning -- I still couldn't find it. It was a warm sunshiny day, so I opened the window and the door and had plenty of white bright light and that long black rod wasn't anywhere to be seen.

It still has to be here somewhere, so I go through the whole day/routine/seeking and not finding things AGAIN, and having no luck.
Several times throughout the day I'd try again, getting more and more exasperated and dreading that i was going to have to ask someone in to look for me, thus making myself look and feel stupid.
I kept looking and taking care of business stuff, because I still wasn't going to go anywhere without my (literal) prop.

I made a last effort while I was fixing my meal. While I ate, I figured I was just going to have to ask, because it HAD to be here!

I finished eating, gathered my dishes, took them to the kitchen, and went to the bathroom.

There was the cane, lengthwise ALONG THE TOP of the stuff on the trunk!
Huh? Whut? I do not put my cane on top of things; I always lean it against something. That's why it always slides (falls) down under and between things.

So.

I don't know what happened, or how, but I'm happy. I don't have to ask for help finding a daily-use item in my home.
My one-room home.

I would like to know how it got there, but I sure am grateful to the mystic or magic that made it reappear. Hmm. Maybe there's an invisibility cloak in my trunk junk? I've just never seen it because -- duh -- it's invisible?
That still doesn't explain why it took about forty hours for me to see it there, or how it got from the floor on my right to the trunk on my left. (Must have levitated, too.)