Blood Meter Stole My Socks
The Mystery of the Missing Socks began like this...
Scanned more headlines, emails, updates, and tweets. Then realized, I couldn’t find my socks. They weren’t on my feet. Not in hand. Not underneath the laptop now back on my lap. Not on the floor. Or table next to me. At the top of the stairs next to my blood meter. Not on the carpeted stairs, maybe a casualty of gravity catching hold.
Suzi wasn’t home, so he wasn’t the culprit. The dog was curled up in a ball on the nearby couch, indicating she hadn’t taken them. Cat was in hiding somewhere, so I pinned it on her.
So yes. My blood meter really did steal my socks.
No, I didn't use this as an excuse for being late to work or not having my deadline-assignment completed on time. But if it wasn't for diabetes...
At least I was able to solve the Mystery of the Missing Socks, this time.