My week has gone:
Cell phone? Gone.
Head? Apparently, not attached.
I managed to completely lose my keys. Luckily, I had spares, but still....I have misplaced them before, but they are usually found after a thorough search (sprinkled with spicy language) in a jacket pocket, car floor boards, under the hutch, in the laundry hamper. This time? Nada.
Last night I arrived home, schlepped some delivered boxes in the house, let the dogs out, and discovered ... no cell phone. Once again, a thorough search (sprinkled with both spicy and salty language) uncovered .... still no cell phone. That's not too bad, 'cause I still have my computer and email so in case I am marooned on my desert island of a farmet, I can still be in contact with the world, right?
Not so. Every time I brought up my email account, the computer froze.
Sigh. More salty, spicy language. By now, the dogs were studiously avoiding me. Even Pepper, which is saying something.
I made a cup of tea (the British really do have something there), sat down with my knitting and managed to ignore the stupid demons (you know, those little voices in your head that dress you down for being such an ignoramus as to have lost both keys AND phone - and then move onto every other stupid thing you've done in your life).
This morning, I ran a thorough virus scan on the computer (without salty or spicy language) and did not try to open it. I then tottered into the office where I discovered my phone. On my desk.
Still looking for my keys.