Jeff spent most of this morning staring at various kitchen surfaces, looking for a note he insists I left. Apparently, when I was taking a shower, he got the idea that I'd gone for a walk with Bill & Cindy (friends whom we haven't seen since Christmas) and had left a note on the counter for him.
So, when I reappeared he scrutinized every surface--the window frame, the back patio, the countertop--pointing at them and saying "there...is that it?"
Weird. It's an example of how confusing thoughts can take up temporary residence in their brains and scramble their ability to interact with reality as we know it.
Must be in the air, Emily! Stu got up this morning and wanted to know where I had put the crown molding he had to install today! He's never installed crown molding - although we have it in our entire old 100 year old house! He insisted I had put it "somewhere". Yesterday, it was "where is the tile I have to install?" Never did that, either!