Looking for things is a full-time job

OK, I'm really having issues here. 

Ever since I got back from my trip down to Piddleyville, I've been searching for one thing or another. It's really getting ridiculous. My whole life is an Easter egg hunt.

Right now it's a library audio book on CD that's disappeared. Not the whole set of 5 CDs, just one that escaped its case and got separated from the rest of the crew. 

I remember very distinctly that, as I was packing up my stuff down in Piddleyville, I put it inside another audio book case and put THAT in my designated, organized "media bag." This media bag held all the books and audio books I brought down there and all the magazines and newspapers. All together. Like with like. Just like those nitwit organizers preach. I did what I was supposed to, like an organized person. Look where it got me.

So what went wrong? I don't know.

I shook out all of my books upside-down, took every CD out of every case to make sure two weren't hiding in one slot. I looked in my car, my clothing, the lining of my coat. I even searched under those little stiff things on the bottom of every cloth shopping bag I took down there.

See, the audio book, "Rumpole and the Primrose Path," is due Saturday. I've renewed and re-renewed and have maxed-out the number of renewals on it. 

This same thing happened last year: I lost two library audio book CDs and had to replace those, for $10 apiece. 

Two other things that went missing: my umbrella, which I left in a church 70 miles away. At least I know where it is. 

And a new USB cord I bought en route to Piddleyville to assist in downloading my library audio books. (A necessity because THE RADIO STATION DOWN THERE SUCKS and it's impossible to tune in NPR.)

My USB process has been slow, so I figured a deluxe $13 cord would do the trick. 

Now it's nowhere.

But wait, there's more. In between the realization of the missing disc and the last stupid thing I lost last, as documented in the last post (glasses? garage door opener?), I misplaced a rent check for $800 from my tenants. You would think one would have been mindful where one put that. 

Nope. 

This took several  hours out of one day last week before I found it in my pen case. (I knew I put it somewhere "special," I just couldn't remember where "special" was.) My Pilot P700s are definitely special as they can't be bought in actual stores. 

And so today I've spent the entire day searching for that stupid missing disc -- way more time than the $10 replacement fee warrants. The catch is, I TOOK AN ADDERALL TODAY. I'm medicated and SUPPOSED to be functioning like a grownup.

Instead, half my brain feels like it's yawning, and the other feels like a ball of yarn whose loose end is being yanked tight, so that the yarn ball is being squeezed into knots.

Anyway, I should get back to my actual work -- the kind that pays, albeit pretty feebly. Wonder if the IRS would mind if I deducted the $10 replacement disc, the $13 USB cord, and my time searching for them?

Until later ....