I think my early onset Alzheimer’s was kicking in yesterday when I was looking for my phone. I was racking my brain trying to figure out where I left my phone. It’s very unusual for me to forget where I put something. I usually know where everything is and where I put things. I don’t know what was happening to me yesterday.

Turns out my phone was in my car. My car has cupholders exactly like the ones in the picture. There’s a little sliding cover that goes over the cupholders to cover them when not in use. On Saturday when the boyfriend and I went to dinner, I must have put the phone in the cupholder and closed the lid. Then on Sunday when we went to wineries, the boyfriend took his phone and I didn’t have to think about mine. Then last night when I was being anal and getting things ready to start the week I was looking for my phone to put in my briefcase to be ready for work and couldn’t find the phone. I was panicking about where the phone was. I was driving myself nuts. I had gotten myself so worked up that I had convinced myself I’d have to get a new phone, a new number, and hope no one had used up all my minutes on the found phone. Alas, I was worrying for nothing. The phone was safely in my car waiting for me to retrieve it. I’m such a dork sometimes.