Or, Early (?) Oldtimers’ Disease Part X
So, I had been walking around looking for a (normail format paperback) book for maybe half an hour. I knew I’d had it in my hands earlier but had no idea where I had put it down.
Took a break. Sharpened a machete and cut down a volunteer elm that had sprung up, hidden within my (good) neighbor’s hedge (which I have kept trimmed for her for the past eleven years, cos it’s an older lady who just doesn’t have that in her yard care repertoire). Back inside, looked for the book some more.
Found it in my hip pocket.
Not enough coffee today. Nope. Not enough at all, at all.