. . .but I can’t find it where I thought I filed it.
Needed a refill on coffee. Turned to pick up my coffee mug from the coaster on the end table (where it belongs *heh*), and. . . nope. Went hunting for where I had put it down.
Oh.
Went back. There it was. Four inches from where it belonged.
“Somebody moved my cheese!”
Mmmm, and it was tasty, too.