I figure it's one of three things: gremlins, a secret trapdoor into another dimension OR all of the planets are lined up, giving me the big cosmic raspberry. Exhibit A: I spent hours trying to find my third leg (aka Canie). Hours. It was outside, leaning against my car door. I had not been out by my car for two days. Canie was missing for less than one day. Exhibit B: This morning, I made two cuppas with my trusty Nespresso cheater pod - the kind into which you put your own coffee and reuse, a small step in the right direction. This afternoon, I have only the top half. The bottom has vanished. Cue up the spooky music.
I have at least six knitting projects whizzing around in my head, causing so much noise that I haven't lifted a needle for days. I need to focus. Sigh. While trying to locate a certain set of double pointed needles in the craft/office/chaos room, I pulled out a drawer in my stacking organizer to find....my collection of pom poms, a wool kit that must be at least four years old and... about a quarter cup of cat kibble. Obviously, mice toted each piece up to the second from the top drawer. Offerings for the Pom Pom Gods? It boggles.
I've got a nice arrangement of forced forsythia branches/flowers on the table. The bushes are covered with dust and don't do well on their own. I'm hoping that the stems will root and I can transplant them between the willow hybrids. The dust is horrid. The town finally came by with the sweeper - after it rained, of course, so that they only removed a fraction of the dust that coats the road. They're nothing if not incompetent.
I had put on my 101 Greatest Motown Hits cds and Lovey and I realized we do not shake our booties like we used to - my swivel is lopsided and she has a bum knee. But we do our best. Peanut covers his head.