Feeling a little lost

Picking up where I left off one month ago is proving to be harder than I imagined.

Do you think I can remember where I put the picky-clippers (for cat toenails) before I left for PA?


When I got home and crawled into bed, Esau and Chloe decided to perform a cat scan confirming I was me. The cat scan lasted all night long in spite of my skill at sending cats into orbit with my eyes closed.

I looked like I was attacked by a phlebotomist on speed - poke holes on all exposed skin.

Why don't I close the door, you wonder?

Imagine howling bowling balls battering your hollow-core door. Yeah.

Aside from furry felines, figuring out where I'm supposed to be when, and with who is testing what little sanity I have. Oh, and remembering who's going out with whom in the marching band? Forgedaboutit.

Pennsylvania and Colorado may as well be on different planets. My mind?

In a whole other galaxy.