My interest in things that bring me happiness

  I don't know if it's getting older, working in the heat, or just having too much going on at once, but lately it seems like my memory likes to take random vacations without telling me. The other morning I showed up to work ready to get started, grabbed what I needed, and reached for the trailer key. Nothing. No big deal, I thought. It's probably in the truck. Nope. Checked every pocket. Nothing. Looked through the cup holders, center console, tool bags, and every place a key could possibly hide. Still nothing. Then I started thinking back to the day before. I remembered locking everything up and heading home, but I couldn't remember exactly what I did with the key afterward. The funny thing is I've done this before. A while back I thought I had lost the trailer key and spent forever looking for it. After searching everywhere, I finally found it sitting in the pocket of the jeans I had worn the day before. Ever since then, whenever something goes missing, my first ...