And that's when I found it, or rather, I didn't find it. My credit card reader.
It wasn't in its little case. So, I tore my boxes apart. I went through my bag. Twice. I went out to my car and searched it. I even touched each of my items that the thing could have perhaps fallen into and hidden.
It was about this time that I remembered the last thought I had before falling asleep the night before. Something about checking for my credit card reader. But I dismissed the thought, thinking that it was safely in my stuff which had already been packed in my car. I wasn't about to get up, go out to my car, and verify that the reader was where it should have been.
I even asked if anyone had found it after the last market I had been to. Nope.
There was nothing to be done about it. I beat myself up a bit, because I don't lose things. And I do have a backup reader, so it wasn't like I couldn't take a credit card.
Not that it came to that, actually. No one has asked to use a credit card. I've offered a couple times, but everyone pays cash.
It was a hot day. But somehow, I managed not to get sunburned. Which was a minor miracle. I was careful to put sunscreen on all the spots that I missed on previous occasions, including the back of my neck.
I got home. Then on a hunch I went and checked that place where things get stacked until I can deal with them later. And what popped out, but my credit card reader!
Then the memory flooded back. I hadn't put the reader back in its case in the midst of packing up from the last market. I meant to do it after arriving home, but I was so tired...
I blame #IdiotSummer. At least I didn't have to try and acquire a new credit card reader.