PROOF POSITIVE THAT I’M GETTING WACKY IN MY OLD AGE

Sometimes I wonder about my mind.  Maybe I’m spending too much time sitting at a desk.  Or maybe I’m just bored.  But recently, I found a really nice-looking paper clip and decided to hang on to it as a sort of "pet."

That’s my "pet," the large gold clip on the left.   I’ve had him since before Christmas.  The little pink plastic clip came in the mail today, and when I saw it, I thought, "Oh, how cute!"  and decided she could be a good friend for my pet clip.  So now the two of them are sitting together on my desk, in a secluded corner between my printer and verifone, right in front of the computer speaker.  They are in a place where I am not likely to accidentally pick them up and use them, and no one else should be coming into my office to borrow a paper clip.  Even if they did, it’s unlikely they would reach into this little corner,  when there are other, more conventional paper clips, in much more accessible locations on my desk.

I’ve told Russ about this.  He asked if I’d named the clips.  I haven’t.  He said "Well, then, that’s okay.  You’re not crazy."

I hope he’s right.