I'm distracted. Or maybe I'm always this spacey, I just usually have Bill to keep me in check. Bill, check... funny how you can ask for the bill or ask for the check or...oh wait, where was I? Right. Spacey.
Anyway. Today I got my third parking ticket in a month. Not cheap ones, either. Two were for parking in a street cleaning zone (right in front of my house, second Friday of the month). One was for parking in a marked No Parking zone in downtown Oakland right near the restaurant where I was meeting a friend for lunch. Hey, it was a great spot! I honestly didn't see the sign. So that makes $131 in parking fines. In a month. NOT good, Lutz. Not good at all.
And then there's garbage night. Wednesday nights we set out the cans. This week I managed it, but last week ... well, I almost managed it. I set out the cans. But then I didn't take the garbage from all the various pails and take them out to the cans.
This morning, I wandered off to a meeting in San Francisco without my jacket. "It's in the car," I thought, when I was leaving the house. But it wasn't, and I was running late. I got home and looked for it -- not here. So where is my leather jacket? It's grey suede, it's very battered, but it's my jacket.
What's up? Is this a matter of not enough sleep? Excitement over making my first movie (cough cough)? The nagging stress of having my novel manuscript out there being considered? Or... am I missing my guy, almost as far away from me on the globe as you can get without starting to come on back?
Probably all of this.
With pieces of my heart and brain out there in the world without me (my husband, my book), how can I stay focused? While I have compassion for my dilemma as such, being this spacey is also quite annoying. And expensive.
And where the hell did I put my jacket?
Edited to add: I know what I forgot! I forgot to remind you to watch my movie! Two minutes of sheer heaven, I promise you that. (Or your money back.)