I don't have a name for this syndrome, but for the past few days, I felt as if I had lost something, only to find it again in a place where I knew I already looked. The last thing was the mobile hotspot that Melissa bought me that I brought to Oshkosh. I had it in my purse and when I was finishing unpacking yesterday, it wasn't there. I couldn't close my purse due to my iPad and other stuff in there, and I was pissed off that I thought it must have fallen out on the seat of the rental car.
So this morning I go into that purse, which I had done everything but EMPTY looking for this thing yesterday -- it's a black box the size of a fist... and there it was. Plain as day. Huh? I know it was not in my purse yesterday, but it must have been. This is about the fourth or fifth time this has happened recently. Stress? Something else? I don't know.
On an unrelated note, I went into an unsubbing frenzy -- again -- today. So many emails from political groups.
On another unrelated note, I was invited to a birthday party in a farm in Kentucky from someone I work with at a client. This is a man who gave me my first taste of moonshine. At first I had said no, thinking it would taste like battery acid, and he pushed me saying, "Come on, just have a taste -- when is this opportunity going to happen again?"
So I did -- and this stuff was smooooooooth -- wow, I didn't know a New York City liberal could enjoy moonshine.
Instead of calling himself a "hillbilly," which he characterizes as politically incorrect, he calls himself an Appalachian-American. Always makes me laugh.