Oh. For the love of everything that’s good and beautiful and blessed.
Let that guy find his DARN KEYS.
(That guy is my on-the-verge-of-sometimes-being-way-over-obsessive with stuff hubby-to-be.)
He looked for them. In every room of the house. On a loop. For six hours straight.
Granted. He took mini-breaks here and there.
The most annoying part of it all?
I, ME, Wanted to know where on earth he last left his keys!!! It’s so mind-buggling.
Our house is big, but not THAT big.
What did he do with his
The key quest ate alive half of my scheduled writing time. And I could barely write anything or revised anything in what was left of it.
Anyway, with a sigh, and a thought or two about obsessive-compulsion mental stuff, I say until next time, dear fellow writer.
May all the good words flow your way!