The Pitfalls of Being Absent-Minded in a Live/Work Space

As I was heating up last night’s chili in the vacuum of blankness I often find myself in when performing such a task, I noticed a pair of undies (clean — this post is about being absent-minded, not gross) next to the stove. I remember grabbing them out of the underwear drawer on my way to the bathroom this morning. I also remember stepping out of the shower 15 minutes later, wondering what I’d done with them. I cannot remember coming into the kitchen between the bedroom and the bathroom.

I’m just relieved I found the underwear before my assistant gets here tomorrow morning. Uh, I better double-check to see if I remembered to put it away.

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