Full of vigor I dig my way through the junk in the attic to make room ofr our revered guest so she may sleep there. I move the mountain of old clothing from The Mom to the other side of the attic. I put the solarium away, I even am kind enough to move all the cd and minidisk stuff down to The Mom's room so it won't get lost. 

Then in another pile of random junk I find an old cd-radio-alarm. 
"Great!" I think, "Now Bexx has an alarm...!"  For a while I poke around with it, manage to set it to the right time and see if I cna figure out how to set the alarm. I can! I feel skilled. 
Then I remember that this means it'll need a cd in it so it will actually make sound when the alarm goes off. 
I clamber back down stairs, grab a random cd and rush back up open the cd-thing and... there it is. 

the cd that I lost some two years ago and couldn't ever find for the life of me. The cd that I had thought had simply gone up in smoke. The cd I had the whole family looking for for a while. The cd I replaced with a new one some 5 months ago because it was on sale and I had given up hope that I would ever find it again....

So typical...