random thoughts – Day 1,904 – (Tuesday) – hot mess

This morning while dressing, I suddenly couldn’t find my shirt, which I had just removed from the drawer. Before work, while taping boxes and wrapping breakables, I lost the tape several times. The same for box lids. And my cup of coffee. 

While attempting to tidy up the house (which currently looks like a tornado blew through it), there were several instances of having something in my hand to put it elsewhere and minutes later, having no idea where it went. 

While working, pens disappeared while I sat at my desk, and even a computer program. The first task of the morning required logging into a program. It went successfully, but then the program disappeared from the screen. I tried logging in again and got an error message that I already had an active session going and to open a new one, I needed to close the other session. Ok, but I couldn’t find it and it wasn't open on my screen like it had been seconds earlier.

In several years of working with that program, the multiple open sessions problem is a new one. Closing browsers and logging in several more times had the same error result. I finally called our Help Desk, some tech guru magic was performed, and in a few minutes I was back in business.

Mid-afternoon, my cell phone wasn’t at my desk or anywhere in sight. Panicked, I looked around the neighboring kitchen, then the bathroom, then the dining room. It was finally found in the living room. I have no idea how or when it landed there, because it's needed to log into certain programs at work. It was about the millionth time I've misplaced it already this week.

When I prepared to leave for dance, first there was a round of “where are my keys?” While trying to exit the neighborhood, it was discovered that Beaver Street, the easiest and most direct way out and which had been closed for years for bridge repairs, was closed again today. During the longer route to the gas station, my bag fell off the passenger seat and spilled, forcing me to hunt for my wallet on the floor and under the seat.

I had filled my water bottle to take to dance, and before leaving the gas station, I reached for a sip of water. There was no bottle in the drink holder or my dance bag.

The drive to dance featured heavy volume that crept along route 495, as X2 liked to say, “as slow as pond scum.” It was not my favorite drive, but the return trip made up for it with low volume and clear roadways. My bottle of chilled water was waiting on the counter and Kiki was meowing from the dining room when I arrived back home, and everything felt calm again. Well, except for the house which needs to be photo ready on Thursday and is in total disarray with packing paper and bubble wrap and boxes and stuff everywhere. Emptying the spare room basically wrecked the rest of the house. Wednesday night is going to be busy.