I Can't Find My Keys

(An Exercise in Contemplation)

It was a fitful night of sleep (again), punctuated by a needy dog pleading to go outside at 4:45 AM (and again at 5:15). The back of my eyes ached when my alarm went a few hours later. Alas, I had to get up so I could get Zachary to the bus stop on time. I begrudgingly rolled out of bed and tried to muster up the energy to get dressed and get him out th…