WANTED: a brain

Some time during my pregnancy I misplaced my brain somewhere at our old apartment. I am not sure if we took it with us when we moved, or if it stayed hidden somewhere there.

A couple of days ago Ryan went to spend a day and a night at a monastery. As is our custom, Elijah and I went for a walk after lunch. Whenever we leave the house, I always check to make sure I have my keys, even if it's just to check the mail and the door is not locked. Sometime in the morning of that day I checked my pockets, and the keys weren't there. They must be in the key box by the door, I thought. However, when I checked the key box later, they weren't there either. Oh, they must be in my pockets, I decided. With that, we left the house. Needless to say, when we came home close to Elijah's nap time, the keys were not in my pockets. Fortunately, we have several neighbors who go to our church and are retired, so they are always home. One of them let us in while we waited for the apartment building manager to come and unlock the door. The time was about 2:30 pm. We left four messages on his cell phone, but as of 5:00 pm he still hasn't called back. I finally contacted the monastery, they found Ryan and we decided he is going to have to come home. Sure enough, shortly after we hung up, the building manager called. As it turned out, he had an emergency of his own (a friend had to be taken to the hospital), and was just then on his way home. He made it here before Ryan did about 6:30 pm. That wasn't how I planned to spend my day, but our 81 year old neighbor, who never gets out, thoroughly enjoyed having a little baby crawl around her house and take a nap on her bed while she and I swapped stories and watched game shows on TV. One of these days we might have to grab some cookies and head over for another visit.