I wear a pen on a chain around my neck; it is my only hope for being able to find it when I need it. My husband finds my car keys in the refrigerator as I run around the house frantically searching for them. Everyone tells me this is a good thing.
My neighbor sees me at the grocery store and says, "How are you?" and "I have not seen you for weeks." I tell her that I have been busy. She smiles and says that's good, as I drag myself to the checkout line and get ready to make that all-important plastic or paper decision.
Some days it seems like I spend all my time on the phone. They call it negotiating but it seems like I am arguing all day.