Today, as I sat in my newly repainted light blue office, it occurred to me to wonder, “What happened to my calendar?”

I’d had a calendar over my desk, and I’d taken it down and set it on a table out in the library before the painting began. But I brought all that stuff back in on Monday. Where was the calendar? It wasn’t a small calendar. It wasn’t likely to be hidden under a pile of papers.

I turned things over, off and on, for a couple hours.

At last I looked up, and noted that I’d already pinned the calendar on the wall.

Sometimes you hear of geniuses like Einstein, who got so caught up in deep thinking that they just lost track of the world around them.

I hope I’m one of those. Because otherwise I need a keeper.