He would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his neck...

As soon as the boys left, I started searching for the one important thing that Chrish left behind. I found a text book, but after a phone consultation I learned it was an unneeded one that he found in his car. Then I got a phone call. He left his prescription meds at home, "Could I mail them to him?" I thought the meds were the one important thing, but this morning, just as I was starting to rush to get ready for work I got a phone call. He thinks he left his chemistry notebook here and needs it for study. When asked where he left it, he said downstairs on the table by the couch. I finally found it upstairs in his bedroom under a pillow that was thrown on the floor. I still managed to squeeze in time for photos of the snowdrops I found behind the garage, and I need to keep those images of spring in my mind. As soon as I got to work I found that , yep, she did it again; the boss called in sick on Monday. Next I nervously listened to the angry man at the circ desk, "I paid all of my fines. Why are you doing this to me? I'm pissed! All I know is I paid all of my fines!" and then away he stomped to mutter and curse at one of the computers. Meanwhile, the person in charge just sits there either studiously ignoring the situation or oblivious. It's finite, it's finite, it's finite...