It's been one of those weeks with an important deadline, appointment or assignment due every day; one of those weeks you take a deep breath, pick up your skirts and run like the devil's chasing you clear through the finish line.
It was so exhausting I can't even write about it.
This morning, standing in the shower, I was seized with a sudden panic. I remembered an important appointment I had forgotten. One of those appointments you plan months ahead for. Oh no! I didn't go! What was I doing that I could have possibly forgotten?
And as I went through the week in my head, trying to remember what I had done, instead of keeping this appointment, I remembered.
Oh…yeah… I did go. Spent almost an hour there and learned some fascinating things. How did I forget that?
I'm losing it, I tell you. (And no, that's not what I learned, thank you very much–that came later.)
On Friday my husband offered to run an errand for me, which I gladly agreed to. And then spent forty-five minutes looking for the slip of paper he needed.
Only to realize I'd already done it.
Or maybe I hadn't.
I only knew I'd intended to, at some point, and moved the paper.
He asked me if it was in my coat pocket. I told him I didn't wear a coat. After looking even longer–mad, house tearing apart looking–I repeated again that I was certain I didn't wear a coat.
It was,however, in the pocket of the coat I carried.
This morning it was the turkey roaster. Looked in every cupboard, on every shelf of every room that was possibly big enough to hold a pan of that size–and probably quite a few that weren't.
Found it an hour later in plain sight on the pot rack over my kitchen island. After I'd already roused a neighbor out of bed to bring me hers. (I shared turkey dinner with her in return and confessed my insanity, so she'll probably forgive, but still.)
Here's to hoping my head really is screwed on straight. I'd hate to go looking for it.