Twilight Zone

There are times I feel I've slipped into an alternate reality or The Twilight Zone.  How is it that I can have something in my hand, put it down, not leave the room, and not be able to find it again?  I keep a panic button ready for such occasions.  While rooting around for something else yesterday, I realized my checkbook was not in my purse.  (Push the button!)  Okay, calm down, woman.  When did you see it last?  Where did you use it last?  I knew I'd written a check (I'm old school and prefer a paper trail) the last time I was in town.  Oh, please don't tell me I'd left it in the store!  (Push the button!)  Bessie got her exercise as she followed me from room to room, back and forth up and down the hall, probably wondering if the old gal had slipped a cog.  She wasn't the only one.  I checked every flat surface where the dadratted checkbook might be.  I had to put the brakes on my mind that was spinning like a hamster wheel, so turned to the computer and played a few hands of brain-numbing solitaire.  Calm again, as I was leaving the room I lifted a piece of out-of-place paper and ta da! there was the checkbook.  Now I'm wondering what it was I was looking for in the first place.  Cue the music for The Twilight Zone.

If nothing else (and there's a lot of "else"), Farview is a peaceful place.  Standing last evening before putting the kids to bed, I watched the shifting colors of the sunset and let that peace wash over me.  Thanks, I needed that.