I woke up early this morning. Thanks to my new sleepymeds, I was able to fall asleep right around 22:00 list night... 7 hours later, I was awake, at 05:00 hours! I was actually kind of aggravated, since I didn’t need to be up until 05:45 or 06:00, but I figured I’d go start the coff-ay, have some fudge stripe cookies and pringles, and have time for a little wall-staring.
That last bit is an inside joke.
Actually, it was coffee — set up the night before (woohoo!) — a steak and egg croissant, which went into the trash after one bite (nothing wrong with it other than it was distinctly disgusting-tasting, was seasoned like a slim-jim), and a couple of pieces of toasted multi-grain bread with some real butter and blackberry jell-ay. Yummy.
I turned the radio on to listen to my boyz on KRMG. Being so early, they were still at low power, so the reception was a little fuzzy. I have an AM radio “loop antenna” on my stereo... it’s been kind kind of leaning against the teevee, kind of haphazard, for a while... so I decided to do something I’ve been procrastinating — verify the best orientation for picking up KRMG, and then mounting to the wall.
To do this, I had to go to the car to get a box of thumbtacks (trust me, they were there for a good reason, once upon a time anyway), and I got it done. You have to celebrate small victories when you can. It sounded much better.
I went back to the bedroom to text my sister “Happy Birthday,” check e-mail, and see what all was going on in the world.
I looked for my coffee.
It wasn’t here.
That’s odd. I had it a couple of minutes ago.
You know how, when you lose something, you go looking for it... you don’t find it... and then you go looking in the same places again, over and over, as if maybe you didn’t look hard enough, or something, the first time?
Picture me, early morning... but really not sleepy... misplacing a cup of coffee in a white and green coffee mug. Not easy to do. So I checked the bedroom... nope... bathroom... (hey, it could happen)... nope. Living room... all around the stereo... nope. Kitchen counter... stove... car... nothing.
Now, understand... it wasn’t a big deal that I couldn’t find the coffee... I could always get more. I was concerned that my ADD was hitting me big time and that I couldn’t find the cup with coffee in it. It was the misplaced cup that was really bugging me.
How could I be quite so absentminded — and then beyond that, how could I possibly now not be able to find the only coffee cup in my house that was not in the dishwasher or on the counter behind the coffee maker with all of the other clean ones?
What if I never found it? Oh, I’d find it eventually, but probably by knocking it over or smelling it... blecch.
I checked Jenny’s room. Jenny’s not here right now, and I hadn’t been in her room... but hey, I’ve got to find this thing. Who knows where I might have been standing when I took a notion to set it down? I’ve lost it, and my marbles, and the marbles may be in the cup, for all I know.
I look in the kitchen cabinets... inside the microwave oven (no, I never put coffee in there to reheat it — yuck — but who knows what I might have done?)... ah, inside the refrigerator? Nope.
So then I checked all these places again. Under the bed? (Maybe I set it on the floor at the edge of the bed.) Negative. In the drawer of the bedside table? Nope. Not on the washer or dryer either.
It cannot not be here.
So I decided, “I guess it’ll turn up.”
Then I went back to the kitchen and was going to start over with a new... oh.
Apparently I had already finished it.
It was empty, in the sink.
D’OH!
Fail!
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