Forget it

Do you stand at your front door with your coat on, ready for work, and think to yourself, "I'm forgetting something. Aren't I? No? Yes. No?"

Frequently, I have a nagging feeling that something is out of order. Usually it's nothing or a small thing. But when I got to work this morning it dawned on me that I had made arrangements to carpool (me driving) to last night's choir rehearsal. I knew for months I wouldn't be at rehearsal last night because last night we were at "Wicked."

I need to buy an external hard drive.