Can you believe it? I came all the way to New York City and I forgot my camera. The one that can hold 600 photographs on the cheapest memory card they sell. The camera that I bought so I would be able to take snapshots of the sights of New York City. That camera.

I packed it in a knapsack that my son calls my man-purse and made sure to include the charger for it, as well as the charger for my cell phone. And I put the knapsack on top of my suitcase so I wouldn’t forget it. And then, at some point between the time I did that and I loaded everything into the car, I must have set the knapsack aside, probably because it was in the way and because I was sure I’d be coming back for it (because who wouldn’t, right?), something shiny must have distracted me. I never went back for it. It’s probably on my bed right now.

Luckily, My Darling B didn’t forget her camera, so we’ll still have some photos. And one of our hosts at the hotel we’re staying at lent me his phone charger, so we still have phones. Doesn’t make me any less of a dumbass, though.