Where Is My Phone

I normally wake up about 7am. My normal routine is to sit up on the edge of the bed, look at the phone for any emergency OMG messages (there never are any thankfully) and then stumble downstairs to fire up the Keurig.

Get my pills, take my pills with some almond milk, load the Keurig.

This morning, while I was waiting for the brew cycle to end, I reached for my phone on the counter.
It was gone.

I quickly looked in the cabinet where I got my coffee cup from. I looked where the turbinado sugar and creamer are kept. I looked in the refrigerator. Where is my phone? I looked in the cabinets again. I checked the garbage. WHERE IS MY PHONE?

I checked the bathroom I didn't use, the cabinets, the fridge, the trash and all around. No phone. I know I HAD my phone. I was reading the messages from over night. Where did it go?

I made my cup of coffee (tan and sweet thank you) and ambled up the stairs to the computer room thinking maybe if I finished my cup it would clear my head.

There sat my phone. Next to the keyboard, near the monitor which I had flipped on. Apparently I took a journey into the computer room, sat down, turned on the monitor and sat and looked at things. I had no memory of even having gone into that room.

This is why I am not allowed to do things pre-caffeine. Apparently I am some sort of latent sleep walker.

But I found my phone.

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