Had another senior moment yesterday morning when I thought I lost my keys. I was thinking maybe I left them in the front door to our house which is right on the sidewalk in a busy neighborhood that can be populated by sketch. Could they have been stolen? I imagined a burglar making his way into our place and making off with my bike, our computers, and my cinema display.
I contemplated calling a locksmith and what a pain in that ass that would be. Luckily I held out thinking they'll turn up soon. In the late afternoon I picked up the kitchen apron I use when doing dishes and the familiar weight of my keychain felt wonderful.