One of the major challenges I face in continuing to blog is that I have a notoriously bad memory. I forget things I've heard, I forget things I've said, and I forget where I put things five minutes ago. It's the reason I can't stay mad at anybody, it's the reason I make the same mistakes over and over again, it's the reason my wife will have gray hair, and it's the reason I can never, ever, ever find my stupid drink.
What I know I should do is put my cup down before I leave the room. If I leave it at the table, it'll stay at the table. But something in my brain says, "No, Taylor! What if you get thirsty as soon as you get into the hallway? Then you'll have to double back and waste precious energy!" So I take the drink with me. And almost without fail, I come back a few minutes later, sit in my chair, and reach for a drink that is now hiding somewhere in the house.