As I hit the halfway mark on my way to work I had to pull off the road to ponder a few grating questions.
Did I unplug the straightener? Did I turn off the stove? Did I lock the front door? Is Shasta in the house? Is a cat locked in a room?
I have never had any signs of OCD before. Where is this coming from?
Keyword, dementia?! Oh crap! Not good.