So, I was lying in bed this morning, trying to orient myself as to date and time. I was actually feeling pretty good, because I woke up with a complete mental list of what had to be done. Pilates class, quick grocery shop, pick up vitamins, home briefly, meet a friend after lunch, make chili for supper (son home for weekend).
That's when things started to go downhill. I got up, dressed and prepared for pilates class. I clearly remember taking my tensor knee brace off yesterday and putting it down. Unfortunately I don't remember where. It's not with my exercise clothes in the bedroom. It's not in the drawer, or by the computer, or in the living room, nor is it in the basement. I know I took it off because obviously its not still on my knee, but I had to go to pilates class without it. Of course, the world didn't end, and probably I should stop relying on it anyway. Hopefully it will show up before weightlifting class on Tuesday, I have 3 days to go.
Then I went out to my car and threw my pilates mat in the back seat. That's when I found the red peppers and cheddar cheese my son gave me yesterday. I hadn't taken them out of the car and put them in the fridge. No harm was done because the weather is too mild to freeze anything, and too cold for the cheese to get runny. But still, that was strike 2, and it wasn't even 9 am yet. Until I saw the bags in the back seat, I had totally forgotten about that food.
I was expecting a call from the friend I was meeting this afternoon, and that's when discovered I'd misplaced my cellphone. So instead of doing the quick grocery shop after class, I had to rush home and call my cellphone so it rang until I found it. At least that went according to plan, and now I'm ready to go out and face the world again. By my count that's strike 3, and it isn't even noon yet. Can you imagine the disasters that are lurking for this afternoon?
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