You know that time period when you’ve unpacked nearly all the moving cartons, and found places for your belongings in your new space, but haven’t yet really imprinted those locations in your memory?

I decided to open a bottle of wine to go with my birthday ribeye, but the silly device needed to let the lovely wine flow was nowhere to be found in my new kitchen. I’ve seen it since I’ve been here. Used it a time or two, in fact. I’m sure I put it away afterward in A Logical Place. Only, the Place that seemed Logical after a couple glasses of wine last week, isn’t apparently Logical Enough to allow me to find it when I haven’t been imbibing.

Thank goodness for the corkscrew on my trusty old Swiss Army knife. Birthday dinner saved!