It is ten after eight on Friday morning and we just got in the car*. I’m feeling very proud of myself because I almost forgot my walking stick but I remembered it just as I was heading to the door.
Wait! I say to Sid.
I forgot my combadge. We can’t go on a trek without the combadge. What if we need to be beamed up? Besides, I forgot my water bottle too.
You know, just your regular trying to get out of the house with ADHD me.
So Sid asks where the combadge is and gets out of the car to go get it, along with the water bottle.
I’m sitting in the car when I remember something else so I get out, leave the car running and unattended and rush inside. Continue reading