I have a confession to make. While I'm normally a fairly well-adjusted person, I have at least one significant quirk (that I know of). If I can't find something, it drives me absolutely bonkers until I do. I don't know if this qualifies as OCD(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) or not, but it's definitely a problem. I have two examples, just from the last 12 hours. First, I was sort of idly checking for the car adapter for my camera's external battery pack. I knew I had it with me when the SLF(Special Lady Friend) and I went to Stone Harbor, but I didn't find it on my desk, which is where I keep all my camera crap. On the phone with the SLF(Special Lady Friend) as she's on her way down to a quick vacation with the folks in Deep Creek, MD, asking if I left it in the car. Nope. Gah! I went back and looked at my desk a little more closely, and there it was, under a notepad. Yay!

Next, I was running around this morning, getting ready to bike in. I was down in my basement storage, pumping up the tires, when I slung my bag on and felt around back for the cross strap. Maybe it's just caught on.... no, it's just not there. Oh, great... now I have to run upstairs and get the strap off my other bag. Stop at the car on the way out to see if it got caught in the seat and pulled out... nope. Guess I'll have to order a replacement. Walking up to the street from the car, and what do I see on the sidewalk, but my lonely little chest strap! Double yay! Everything's comin' up Millhouse!