In the car.
Emmie and I were sitting there talking as we usually do on the car ride home (mostly nonsense of course).
I had a panic attack.
Because I felt that I had forgotten my ears.
So I checked.
And they were still there.
I sighed, relieved.
And Emmie looked at me like I was nuts.
(A look that I'm quite used to.)
I explained to her matter-of-factly:
"I thought that I had forgotten my ears.
But it's okay.
Because I didn't."
I then pointed to my ears.
Emmie continued to look at me.
In a sort of worried way.
It took me a minute to realize that none of what I had just said had made any sense at all.