This is embarrassing to admit, but I feel I should talk about it so people are aware of my erratic behavior and memory issues.
The wonderful half-day I enjoyed in my organized and neat office is not worth the aftermath that followed. It all started when I needed to make room to organize other things, and I wanted to use my office floor space. Well, after a week, the other things are not completely organized, so my floor is a mess, my lower cabinets are blocked, and my paperwork is piling up on the bookshelf.

How does this concern you? Most likely, it doesn’t. But if you recognize some of the issues I am having creeping into your own life, then you may be interested in hearing about this.

The best way to explain this is to walk you through a typical day. My to-do list included finishing laundry, working on my blog, and sorting through fabric donations for my quilt guild. While sipping my morning coffee, I went through my email. Sometimes, I get good or fun emails. Most of the time, I have junk, scams sent from other countries, or advertisements with bogus subjects.
Today, I received an email from the Office of Personnel Management (OPM). It said that an alert regarding my SSN being compromised had been posted to my account. Terrific! I spent over an hour on this and submitted a report of possible Social Security fraud to the Office of the Inspector General (OIG). I won’t go into specifics, but the alert found my SSN being used by someone else. The Nerve!

It is 11:30, and the sun has been drying up rain and snow for the past couple of days. You know what that means if you own a dog. With my boots and vinyl gloves on, I get my large trowel and plastic “pet bags.” This activity is called Turd Herding in our household, and because the dog is my dog, that means I clean up after her. It only took 30 minutes this time. It took me 1 hour and 30 minutes after the big snow we had in March.
I would cross the chore off my list if it was on there, but it was not.

I came back inside and washed my hands. I see the dishes waiting to go into the dishwasher before they are washed. I stick all the dirty ones (that fit), which fill up the entire machine. The doorbell rings, and our Hello Fresh package has arrived. I unpack it and get it into the fridge. I need to pee, so I go into the master bathroom and see the pile of dried laundry that needs folding. I had dumped it on the bed an hour ago. It was there waiting, so I took care of it.

Next, I go into the kitchen to refill my glass of water, and I see the full dishwasher sitting there with the door open. Sigh. I run water and fill up my water pitchers, waiting for the water to heat up. The dishwasher will not start unless the water is hot. Who am I to argue? The clock on the stove says it is 2:00 pm. I would love to take a nap, but there is no time. The rate at which this day is going by is scary. Every day has been flying by me like this one. I am distracted by the slightest thing. It could take me hours to accomplish something that would only take me 20 minutes when I have my brain.

I hope I find it soon.

Nighty-night ^Zzzz