By now, we probably all know the definition of the term "camnesia," as coined by our own Mamacate: "forgetting to take out one's camera and use it."
Now I have proven that there is more than one type. My Type II Camnesia event: I had a highly bloggable day yesterday, and remembered my camera, but forgot the battery at home in the charger. Doh!
I went to one of the prettiest towns in our state for work, and not only that, but at lunch time, I stumbled upon a sweet little yarn shop just a couple doors down from where I was taking the deposition, and later went to a gorgeous little cafe and indulged in a flourless chocolate cake that was probably 6,000 calories (but gluten-free, heh) and had a fresh pansy on the top.
End of story, really. I mean, what else is there to say? Remembered the camera, forgot the battery. A new level of forgetfulness.
Also? I'm divorcing my GPS. The last several times I've tried to use it,
it can't find a freaking satellite. Where have all the satellites gone? Sure am glad I dropped 500 bucks on that piece of crap. At least it got me and Margene to where we needed to go last fall, despite taking us through some of the most scary places imaginable. But still: I want my money back!
Work is very busy, but it's by choice and it's been pleasant, and the weather has been insane. So blah blah blah, nothing else to really say at the moment. Happy weekend!