One of the advantages of living in 60 square feet is that there aren't many places something could be. The trick, though, is remembering which place.
It happened again today. I had bought a nine-month supply of my medications the last time I was in Mexico. And I put it... somewhere.
There was a moment after not finding the pills where I thought they would be, and after not finding them other places I thought they could be, when I wondered if I'd used them all up. Would I need to make a mad dash to Mexico to get more? That would suck.
Maybe I need to make a treasure map of where I store things.