It's deadline time and I'm not in my right mind. To illustrate, I found a wad of chewed gum in the coffee cabinet, where I apparently put it instead of in the waste receptacle 18 inches away, and with the intention of brushing my teeth, I grabbed the toothpaste and ran a spoon under the faucet instead of the toothbrush. That could have hurt.
I just came back from a few brief and circumscribed errands after a week of what seems like nonstop writing. One of the errands was the bank, where I deposited some checks (yay!) and asked for 1. some temporary checks (because I'm all out -- yay for me for planning ahead), 2. a summary of my balance (yay for me as I may have enough to add to my Roth for 2014), and 3. some cash back (yay for me for thinking ahead again!). I'm taking charge, thought I; I may lick this disorder yet!
Two stops later, I am at the library self-checkout kiosk when I realize the bank dude gave me my balance summary, the temporary checks, a receipt ... and no cash back. Went back to the bank, only to arrive at 5:01 p.m. and locked doors.
At least I noticed the lack of cash back. That's a sign of progress, I guess. Regarding the spoon and the gum, that's another story.
As long as I made it back home in one piece and with my library materials, that's all the matters, right?
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