My Worry Stone

So, Lela found a worry stone.  That's what I tell her anyway.  It fits perfectly into the crook of my hand and is very smooth.  Anyway, I left it outside this weekend on the table.  I think it's time to bring it in the house and to pick up the extra beer caps that were left on the table from late night Sunday night visiting with the Davis', Troesters, Lynette and my mom.  Probably a good idea although I got distracted at how they had all been pushed aside together and had to stop and photograph the still life.  All the objects are still sitting in their designated spots on the table.  I wonder if I leave them there how long will it be before anybody decides to pick them up?