When I got to the airport yesterday, I found that the earlier flight to Newark was running late, and that mine would also get pushed off a bit. So I switched planes, got stuck with a middle seat, and made it home an hour before I was scheduled to get back.
This helped because I had no idea on which floor of the parking garage I’d left my car. I did remember the general area I parked, recalling that I’d pulled up next to a Chrysler 300, so I could check it out before heading over to the monorail. But as I got into the parking garage elevator yesterday, I asked myself, “What floor was that?” And I had no adequate answer to that question.
So I started on the second floor, and eventually found my Element of Style up on the fourth floor. Travel days that began at 5:30am are not good. That’s yer official Virtual Memories advice for the week.