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Don’t you just hate going to another room for something, getting distracted for a moment when you get there, then you can’t remember why you went into that room in the first place?
I’m cleaning up my office so will have a place to sleep while he’s visiting. For some reason I went out of my office, down the stairs and walked into the living room where Mom was wrapping Christmas presents. She quickly grabbed a piece of paper and shoved it on top of something so I wouldn’t see it when I walked in the room, and all thought of the purpose of my trip vanished.

The office is now mostly cleared. I’m a little ticked off that, when I started pulling my CDs out of the cardboard box in which they moved here from California to finally re-populate my CD rack, about half the jewel cases are empty. And of course it’s mostly my favorites that are missing. I know a good number of them made it out here to Texas, ’cause I can remember playing those CDs at some point. But where they’ve gotten off to I don’t know, and some of them will be difficult to replace.