One recent night as I was reading rather late, I came across something that I wanted to note.
I raised myself from the chair and found my favourite pen by the computer. (Believe it or not, it was a freebie from my local tire shop, but it feels just right in my hand and writes really well.)
Then I realized that I yet to find paper or notebook, so I went in search.
Once I had obtained the notepad, I'll be darned if I could find the pen. I looked and looked . . . to no avail.
I like that pen so much that I trundled downstairs to find a similar one. (Yes, I grabbed more than one from the garage but not on the same visit, so I'm not super greedy.)
In the morning, after being up for several hours, for some reason, I reached into the sweater pocket of the same sweater that I had been wearing on the previous evening.
You already know what I found.
In my pocket.
Scatterbrained am I.