The weirdest thing happened this afternoon.
I made two pieces of whole wheat toast laden with butter and partially soaked with pancake syrup while I was watching the news. I proceeded to eat the first piece and I noticed a bit of the syrup dripping, so I decided to remain by the sink in order to prevent the mess from spreading. As I got down to the last nibble of the first piece, all I can remember is that, having felt safe that no more syrup would drip, I wandered into the room for a moment to polish it off while catching the news. Next thing I know I’m going back into the kitchen, and my other piece of toast is gone!
Or maybe I ate it.
I can’t remember.
I took a look around to see if maybe I misplaced it, but to no avail, my second piece of toast was either gone, or I was hungrier than I thought.
The longer I live alone the more I feel like I’m losing my mind.