I’m in trouble. I’ve lost my calendar which is akin to losing my mind. I had it yesterday, but since it’s coming onto December, I thought I decided not to take it with me. But it’s not on my desk where I thought it would be.
I’ve been trying to remember what other data I have in the calendar besides places to go and things to do. I’m afraid of what could be on those empty pages, like my credit card numbers. Yikes!!!!
Besides, I’m totally flummoxed. I can’t do anything and I’m feeling deja vu all over again. It’s like I’m in a chapter of “Toad and Frog”. Did you ever read those books? One day Toad loses his list of things to do and that’s it for him. He can’t do a thing for the rest of the day. That’s me right now. Besides hunting for the darn thing, I haven’t done a darn thing.
This is so bad that it might push me to convert to using the calendar on my phone. And that is something I’ve been resisting. I’ve used the same format for years and I love it. Or loved it.
I’d write more, but I’ve got to get back to hunting for my calendar.
The above blog is such yesterday’s news. I found my calendar where I’d left it when I was leading the book club. Well, someone found it and turned it into Security. Which means someone probably read my list of what stresses me out that was tucked into the calendar. That’s embarrassing as it’s mostly just white whines. Oh well. Oh hell. At least I now know what I’m doing tomorrow.