I am agitated today.

I forgot my phone at home, because I was sidetracked from the usual droll morning routine, and I realized that my phone pocket was empty right when I was about to make the left turn out of my subdivision.  It wasn’t too late to go back and get it, but it was too late in the sense that in the game of minutes that’s Atlanta morning traffic, I’d gone too far.  I’ll live without it, but it’s more of the niggling inconvenience of not being able to derive some amusement from it be it from texting friends or checking the Big Brother-free internet, during any sort of downtime.  And, I won’t have a source of music to listen to while I’m running on the treadmill, which is going to probably suck.

I forgot my work ID/key card in my car.  By the time I realized it, I was already in front of the employee door to my office, with no key to buzz myself in with.  The thought of walking the eighth of a mile and a flight of stairs in a sauna-like humid morning just to go retrieve two plastic cards that nobody in the building actually checks didn’t seem quite worth it.  I used the front door to the office instead.  The fact that my gym fob was attached to it almost made me want to go get it, but I could just as easily check in with my phone number at the front desk, so I scrapped that idea as well.  I’d gone too far.

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