It I just would have waited a couple of hours Monday night, I would have had a story to tell. See, I stayed up until after ten reading on the couch. It was past time to go to bed so I got up, went to get my phone/alarm……. and couldn’t find it.
Not on the table. Not on the counter. Check coat pockets.
Nope.
Go upstairs, check bathroom.
Nope.
Back downstairs. Not on the table. Not on the counter. Check coat pockets.
Check car? Check car.
Nope.
Now I’m starting to worry because this is my alarm clock and there is no other possible way to wake up a human other than using a newish flip-phone, right? This whole time I am calling it with Lloyd’s phone but I know it’s futile since I turned it to vibrate after someone tried calling at naptime. I started spiraling into an OCD routine – Not on the table. Not on the counter. Check coat pockets. Go upstairs, check bathroom. Not on the table. Not on the counter. Check coat pockets. Check car. Not on the table. Not on the counter. Check coat pockets. Check car.
At this point I was wondering if I left it at work, but that wasn’t possible because I called Lloyd on the way home.
Didn’t I?
Didn’t I?…….
Um, no. I just talked to him…. without his being present. I tend to talk to myself a lot.
10:45 p.m. Phone found in basement of CDC. Twenty missed calls from Lloyd’s phone.