A former friend once accused me of being "flighty." I was indignant. I am not flighty. I am very together and on top of things. Mostly. Except, of course, when I am, er…flighty.
Actually, I think spacey is more apropos. It's more like some of the wires in my brain aren't connected properly or are covered in pudding. I have gotten lost driving to work on more than one occasion. (Which taught me four different ways home, for the record.) Lost isn't the right word, rather I tend to drive past my exit obliviously.
Case in point: we went to Orlando last month, and as I was exiting the plane I had a niggling thought that perhaps I should have checked the seat pocket in front of me and double check that I didn't leave my kindle there. Naah. I'm sure I didn't.
Except when I got home it was gone. Tragically gone, and although I filed a lost item claim, no one ever turned it in. Sadly, I gave up on the airline ever returning it, and bought another a few weeks later.
Yesterday I was reading my kindle and it inexplicably made me re-register it. I figured I must have accidentally hit the wrong button or something and relinked it to my account, then continued reading my book. The next time I picked up my kindle, it had forgotten my location, which happens, because I also use the kindle app on my laptop and my cellphone.
I went to pack up my kindle in the precious handmade case I lovingly made for it, and this happened:
Yes. I am that person who lost her kindle because I put it away in its case and never thought to look there. Sigh.