If I can’t blame it on my lack of blogs, I can blame it on my CoVid Brain fog
I headed to the bedroom to get scotch tape. I’m not really sure why I keep my tape in the bedroom, but I do, and I knew exactly where to find it.
On the way there, I passed the litter box. It needed cleaning, so I grabbed a bag, and was able to almost fill it. When I put it in the garbage, I noticed that the garbage bag had also gotten rather full. So, I pulled the garbage bag out, tied the ends and took it to the back stoop.
There was water on the back stoop by the ladder. Or maybe it was cat urine.
I stepped inside and grabbed a paper towel. I headed back outside and wiped up the moisture. Gingerly putting it to my noise, I sniffed and was delighted to find it was only water (or at least not pet urine).
Back inside, I went to throw the wet paper towel away. I went to the garbage container, but there was no bag inside.
I put the wet paper towel down on the counter and reached into the lower cabinet for the roll of garbage bags. Peeling one off the end of the roll, I shook it open and placed it in the container.
It was then that I noticed the paint chips that I had wanted to tape up on the wall. Where was that scotch tape anyway? I headed again towards the bedroom, thinking I should consider keeping the tape somewhere more logical.
I grabbed the roll of tape and returned to the kitchen. Just as I pulled up a chair to stand on to tape the paint chips to the wall, I spotted a wadded-up paper towel on the counter. How many times have I told my husband not to leave trash on the kitchen counter?
