I decided right then and there that it was too late to drive home to get my lunch and that I must ration the seven of grapes that I had left. My lunch period isn't long enough to get anywhere considering my school is as in the middle of nowhere as you can get if you are in a suburb of Cleveland. I would be sure to ask around for delivery places in hopes of something decent to eat.
I had third period off, so I ate one of my grapes and headed to the office to ask the secretary for some delivery options. There, sitting on her desk, was my beautiful black lunchbox. My wonderful husband, who usually skips breakfast, had looked for a quick snack on-the-go that morning. He noticed something a little odd, my lunchbox, sitting in the refrigerator.
Jeff was baffled at the fact that I could forget my lunch, seeing as all I think about is food. When I'm eating food, as Jeff explained, I am thinking about what I am going to eat next. I didn't know that, but since Jeff knows everything, it must be true. When I realized that I had forgotten my lunch yesterday morning, I couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't forget something unimportant to my day, like, say, my phone. I can't use it during the school day, yet, you'd never catch me forgetting that. Food is way more important to my daily survival than my phone, yet I would never forget that darned thing.
This morning, as I fed Shea, I placed my phone down on the kitchen counter, as I made almost a ritualistic ceremony out of grabbing my lunch of out the refrigerator. I wasn't going to forget it today!
About the same point in my drive as yesterday, I realized something I had forgotten today. It wasn't my lunch, thank goodness. When I got home, it was right there on the counter where I'd left it.
Yes, I am losing my mind. And poor Jeff has to see the remnants of that every morning!
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