Clover!

So I had to recover from the chaos that almost ensued when I packed my bags for London and at the last minute realized I forgot Clover and had to run inside.

Clover is my 23-year-old stuffed animal and he has traveled the world with me. I wanted to take him in my carry on, but my mother rejected that idea, saying that people would think I was lacking brain cells, so he was stuffed in my checked bag.

I can't even begin to describe my reaction if I had lost him - I'm pretty sure I would need to be hospitalized.

For some reason last week, I forgot so many things - my camera in Rob's car, my social policy notes on my desk at home, my phone in several places, (I finally found it,) my ethernet cord (still haven't found it,) among other things that I probably haven't realized yet.

I blame it on the fact that I'm cutting myself off more than three cups of coffee a day - wish me luck.

At least I have Clover to comfort me :-)