My poor cat had to hide from the trucker-talk spewing forth from his demented owner, as she tore the place apart looking for the hook.
I had stayed up trying - in vain - to finish exercise # 3 of T.A.T. Not successful, I was grumpy to begin with, and then the hook was nowhere to be seen.
No kids to blame, I had to just tough it out, re-do my steps and hunt.
In the end, I gave up and had the ironic thought that I must have thrown it in the trash. Bingo!
Better than my paycheck; I have been know to do that too.
Absentmindedness is such a joy.
Anon,

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