If My Head Weren’t Attached …
For a while, I convinced myself that I had merely been forgetful. I realized I did not have my wallet when I headed for home one night, but I just assumed I had left it behind and would find it when I returned.
That happened a little while ago when I left Hanover Little Theatre after a show (I hope you were able to make our recent run – it was a blast). Within 24 hours, acknowledgement of my absent-mindedness had turned into near panic.
Before that, I spent Friday at work expecting to find my wallet somewhere backstage. I had done a quick check of my credit cards and saw no activity. The thing had to be sitting with my props or, worst case, on the floor somewhere nearby.