Two months ago I got out of my car at my office on a windy day and the bluetooth got tangled in my hair. I swear I unraveled it and tucked it into my coat or purse pocket. This was two months ago!

Tried reading, counting sheep, counting images of my kid jumping over a fence, counting numbers like the Count on “Sesame Street” and more reading. I should get up and take Valerian, a natural sleeping aide, but do I still I have the bottle as it was stinking up the medicine cabinet last year? Will be slightly foggy now for meetings, hope I don’t fall asleep at desk, maybe I can take nap in the car, hope I don’t wreck the car, hope I get up to get little person out the door with no drama and find the lost baggage.

We returned from Atlanta on Sunday the 27th with five bags and left with four.  Standing in front of baggage claim in my post-flight haze I forgot that there was another bag. My child has three pair of shoes that fit her right now and that bag has two of them.  Sigh– going to Delta airlines at LAX after work this evening to see if I can find it sans baggage ticket.

Fortunately, I do have a backup pair of glasses… that is unless I lose them.

One minute I’m groggy and filling out medical forms with my insurance card secured to clip board, the next I can’t find the damn card. I know I put it in my wallet in the catch-all zipped section that’s getting hard to zip.

I’ve been looking through my wallet and purse for three days now. I blame the waiting room trolls who prey on spacey working parents. Turn your head for a minute and they snatch all the vitals– lipstick, tampons, pens, PDA’s and assorted prescriptions.

Look for a follow-up comment to find out if I recover my card and how to ween a troll off of Vicadin.

I cannot remember the last time I wore them. When I wear my glasses, I’m squinting mercilessly in the LA sunlight, which only means more crows feet and the introduction of the word Botox into both my vocabulary and my check book.

Remember seeing this before one of my last two trips. I bought two new purses to go to a wedding in Mark’s family. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I NEVER CHANGE PURSES.

Am writing checks from some obsure, advanced check number now.

People think that Los Angelenos think they’re somthing else wearing sunglasses all the time- indoors or outdoors. People– the light on the east coast must be diffused because of the humidity– i don’t really know.

But I can tell you that sometimes walking outside in the morning is like looking at a flashlight. It’s so bright. We have to squint- thus the crow’s feet, thus the Botox. It’s the sunlight not the Hollywood lights.

Anyway, can’t find my damn $17 drug store glasses that have been with me for at least two years. Sigh.

Last year Uncle Harold from New Hampshire (in his 80s) came to visit the family. I took the only photos of Uncle Harold with the fam and still can’t find the damn thing.