Missing?

Today has been VERY productive. Work has been kicking my rear, and it finally was a smidge chiller today, so I got a lot of ‘work from home’ stuff done that I’ve been procrastinating. Namely: taxes. Also: dishes. Also: cleaning the stove top. Also: dusting my bedroom (how does dust accumulate so much?!). Also: mailing out my 401k rollover that’s been sitting on my bureau for 3 months. I’m not kidding. Three.

Like I said, very productive.

All that productivity must have caused a few brain cells to momentarily power down as I start to close up my work station for the day.

I pick up my wallet and my Airpods and stand up from my desk (the kitchen table), doing some mental math on how long I’ll have to veg on the couch and read my book (Project Hail Mary) before heading to yoga. About a half hour. Solid.

As I think through space algae (if you know you know), I walk over to the hooks on next to the front door to hang my wallet back up where it belongs. Once I’m there (approx 4 steps from the table, mind you), I temporarily forget where I am, what I’m doing, what my name is, and open the trash can that’s below the hooks. Muscle memory, I guess, that when I am in this exact spot, I am opening the trash can.

I shake my head to clear some of whatever fog drifted in and hang up my wallet on its nail. Boom. Mission accomplished. I walk to my room to get dressed for yoga and grab my kindle.

Hang on a second… wasn’t I holding my Airpods one second ago? I think back. I’m almost positive I picked them up…

I head back at the table. Not there.

I do a slow circle, surely looking like I’ve lost my marbles. No Airpods to be seen.

I couldn’t have…

I open the trash can. There, sitting right on top, are my Airpods.

I think I might go to bed early tonight…