You Know When You're Losing It

Losing it is bad and I don't know people realize they are losing it until after the fact. I thrive on self-deprecating humor as you know. For me it's easy. It's a part of my life. Those of you who follow my daily goof-ups understand this.
For instance, after finishing my morning computer work it was downtown for errand running. Now where in the heck did I put my glasses? There are only four places where they could be: the kitchen, my man-cave, the upstairs bathroom and our bedroom. After the first run through they were no where to be found. Panic set in. Second run through, nowhere. Finally, for reasons unknown I looked in the bathroom mirror and I spied the elusive spectacles. They were hooked onto my ears and setting firmly on my nose. Some days it's impossible to laugh at yourself.
It's time to take down the fake Christmas tree and put it in the garage attic. This is no easy task. It comes in five sections. How come the box it comes in has enough room for only three sections? Lizzie's a stickler about things being put away perfectly. Don't tell her but I'm going to forget the box and put the sections in the attic without using the box. It's easier and there will be no frustration. It's the same way I packed when we rented U-Hauls moving from one town to another; if it doesn't fit use the foot shoe horn. If it breaks, worry about it later. Life was easier when we had real trees. Thrown 'em out on the parking and let someone else take care of it.
We head out for Florida on Wednesday to meet up with some good Minnesota friends. They taught me a good lesson about leaving home and keeping it private. A few years back they were in Arizona and sent a postcard to a local restaurant hangout. These folks were quite well known in the community. Being popular around town the restaurant proprietors tacked the card on a community wall. Their final message stated the date they would be arriving from the 'Grand Canyon State'. Surprise! When they drove into their driveway and walked in the house they had been robbed blind.
That's called losing it.