Cold Walk

This morning, I got up to walk the dog and I was honestly half asleep. I went to the closet, got my heavy coat, my hat, my glove, and put them on and was clear into the AT&T yard before I realized all that stuff was right where it should be.


Never, in my whole life. Ask my mom.

I’ve always just waited until I needed it again and rummaged around until I found it.  And yet, apparently, at some point this spring, I hung up my coat and put my hat and gloves on the shelf and there they were when I needed them this winter.

I was so shocked by this, when I finally woke up that I almost called my mom and told her I finally understood why she tried to teach me to not be a slob. But it was 6:30 in the morning, so I did not.

Still, victory!