Menopause moment

Moment, shmoment, this turned into a day long lapse.

After looking frantically about for my cellphone, I called it to see if I could hear the ring somewhere in the house. No sooner did I hang up but my home phone rang, my office manager calling to say my MIA phone was ringing on my office desk where I'd left it the previous afternoon.

Then I rushed to exercise class, skidding into the lot at the last minute, but, alas, no athletic shoes in the car. Between the moment I picked them up and the time I settled into the car, they vanished both from consciousness and arms.

When I arrived (late) to my dentist's office, I relayed the story of the missing shoes to the middle-aged receptionist.

"Oh," she said, "I've done that. They're on your kitchen counter."

And so they were.