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In more 'cast not a clout till May be out' news, I had to dive into the futon storage drawer and retrieve my fleece trousers against today's minus 16C/4F wind chill. Also heaviest winter coat and mismatched fleece gloves because cold cold so cold. Tomorrow will get up to O, aka freezing, and if the wind drops, feel like spring.
Surpassed myself in the losing stuff in the bed dep't yesterday. So I brought one of my two wraps downstairs for sofa sitting, then brought it back up to join its fellow in the bedroom. Which wasn't there. I have a habit of flinging my beanbags from me when I pull the covers off to do my exercises so I carefully unwrapped the duvet and blanket and terry sheet, and it wasn't there. Checked the far side of the bed, moving the pillows and such I have stacked there, and it wasn't there. Shifted bed, looked under same on all sides, found a tennis ball but no wraps. Checked between head of bed and mattress and it wasn't there. Did I take it downstairs and forget about it? No, I only took one down along with my laundry. That wrap had glitched in the matrix into non-existence. Decided not to worry about it and went fretfully to sleep. Until this morning when I took my breakfast down to the study and there was my wrap on the table, exactly where I'd left it yesterday after ordering a new one. Ginkgo biloba cannot contend against aged brain fog. Mindfulness, mindfulness, mindfulness.
Surpassed myself in the losing stuff in the bed dep't yesterday. So I brought one of my two wraps downstairs for sofa sitting, then brought it back up to join its fellow in the bedroom. Which wasn't there. I have a habit of flinging my beanbags from me when I pull the covers off to do my exercises so I carefully unwrapped the duvet and blanket and terry sheet, and it wasn't there. Checked the far side of the bed, moving the pillows and such I have stacked there, and it wasn't there. Shifted bed, looked under same on all sides, found a tennis ball but no wraps. Checked between head of bed and mattress and it wasn't there. Did I take it downstairs and forget about it? No, I only took one down along with my laundry. That wrap had glitched in the matrix into non-existence. Decided not to worry about it and went fretfully to sleep. Until this morning when I took my breakfast down to the study and there was my wrap on the table, exactly where I'd left it yesterday after ordering a new one. Ginkgo biloba cannot contend against aged brain fog. Mindfulness, mindfulness, mindfulness.