This morning, I couldn’t find my keys. I spent 25 minutes tearing through my apartment before I found them:They were under my pillow. It took me a few minutes, but I finally recalled a hazy memory from the middle of the night. My cats had been knocking my keys around, waking me up. I stumbled out of bed, half-awake, fished my keys off the floor in total darkness, and clunked back to my bed, where I placed the keys underneath my pillow.
My very FIRST thought when I saw them was that I have developed a split personality, and the other half is hiding things from me. That thought lived in earnest for about half a second. Thank you, Philip K. [...]