well, that was scary in a fairly mundane way

The scope of work for the project that recently took me to Ohio has grown and mutated. In support of these efforts I've got a manila folder with about 2" of handwritten notes, marked up drawings, and various other irreplaceable ephemera.

It was on my desk yesterday p.m.

This morning, I couldn't find it.

I just spent an hour tearing my office apart. I was literally getting short of breath...there was no way I could replace the information, never mind having to go to the client and basically say "A dog ate my homework..."

I'd somehow misfiled it this morning in the stupidest possible spot...I don't normally make mistakes like this, and I still absolutely cannot fathom how it happened. I rather suspect that space aliens briefly overtook my body as an experiment.

Hmm, I didn't have any coffee before I left home. Caffiene deprivation -- no good can come of this!