That's how I feel about my mind...I cannot seem to locate it. It's not in the boxes I've been packing, or in my car which has devolved into a second closet. It's not in my computer bag with the giant stack of papers collected over the semester and never organized -- nor is it in my computer where I have about 40 different tabs open on Firefox and 30 different documents open all at once...(and yes, the computer *is* running slower now that you mention it...) It's also not in the *three* papers I have due this week and next.
My mind is not in the three hour conversation I had on Thursday night with a friend that I can't tell you a thing about -- but suffice it to say, if you can imagine a million crazy things happening to someone, they did. And, some of them (well most of them) impact me at least tangentially. It's also not in the email barrage that I get every morning from: movers, letting agents, the Canadian asking me about this or that, my professors, my friends or the spam guy telling me that my bank is concerned for my safety and I really need to give them my password and social security number so that I'm safe again.
I can't seem to find my mind at the board meeting I went to last night, making the incredibly hard decision with my fellow board members to close the doors on this extraordinary nonprofit I've been working with for years. That's a long story that I might tell someday but today it's too hard and too sad. I've also looked for my mind on my calendar which is filled with doctor's appointments (general checkups before I leave...), meetings, dinners, seminars and more.
I swear I've looked for my mind in The Rotten One's bed (did I mention I forgot to feed her yesterday? She did get a peanut butter kong though...) and I've looked for it in the numerous closets, drawers, and chests that need to be organized and cleaned out before the movers arrive (June 6th). It's not in the mail that keeps coming to my house, reminding me that I have got to figure out what to do with my mail...and it's not in the list of 65 things that I need to accomplish before the move.
So...if you see a mind running around somewhere (my grandad used to say he wanted mine because it was shiny and new -- since it had never been used) please return it to me. I'm a little lost without it...