I may not be pregnant, but Rose Red is, and I think I must be suffering from sympathetic placenta-brain. I've never been so scatterbrained in my life as I have been the past two weeks. I'm sure some of that is just me getting used to the new apartment: opening the wrong drawers and doors, aimlessly wandering the floor as I try to remember where I was going and why, heading all the way to the car before realizing I'd forgotten my lunch, keys, water bottle, etc. But the sum total of the last several days is an overwhelming number of clumsy, unthinking incidents.

Losing my rings---the ones I wear everyday without fail. Shattering picture frame glass all over my dining room carpet. Snarling my left shoulder in an excruciatingly painful knot that still hasn't unraveled. Locking myself out of my car---for the first time *ever*.

I suppose it makes some sense when I look at all the changes and adjustments and stresses I've been dealing with. In addition to moving into a new apartment, and managing the unpacking, leaking toilet, broken water heater, and ornery carpet, I've had to take on my old apartment complex about an unjust move-out charge, try to make sense of why my former best friend would send a save-the-date wedding announcement and then not send me an invitation, and support a coworker who recently found out her 63-year-old father has cancer of unknown origin and pathology.

But even with all this, absentmindedness is so unlike me, and I have no idea how to work around it. I keep trying to shake it off, go about my business, but then away drifts my mind and I step right into some new idiocy. If this keeps on, I might just have to look into ritual cleansing...or aligning my chakras...or a vacation.
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