Clarity,
Office 17622,
PO Box 6945,
London.
W1A 6US
United Kingdom
- Joined
- Sep 20, 1970
- Messages
- 16,641
- Reaction score
- 3,808
I couldn't find a folder of papers at home which I use frequently. I only had time to look very quickly, because I had to hurry leave. While I was at my destination, I continued to worry about the folder. I thought I remembered the last time I'd used it, and also thought I remembered that I had pulled it from its spot, looked at something inside it, and put it right back. And yet it wasn't there. I then wondered if I'd confused it with a different folder of roughly the same color, taken it with me in my bag, and possibly left it somewhere. (Although one folder is noticeably fatter and more decrepit than the other, the color is not identical, they're really not that easy to mix up, and I had the second folder right there with me.)
I had access to a computer at my destination, and did a quick reading on Clarity's free reading page: "Where is the folder?"
I got 27.1:
"Giving up your own spirit tortoise,
Gazing at me with jaws hanging down - pitfall." (Hilary Barrett)
I thought, well, it's yelling at me for asking a stupid question. (Sigh.)
When I got home, I looked again for the folder. It was exactly where it was supposed to be. It wasn't one iota out of place. My eyes had simply skipped over it.
I had access to a computer at my destination, and did a quick reading on Clarity's free reading page: "Where is the folder?"
I got 27.1:
"Giving up your own spirit tortoise,
Gazing at me with jaws hanging down - pitfall." (Hilary Barrett)
I thought, well, it's yelling at me for asking a stupid question. (Sigh.)
When I got home, I looked again for the folder. It was exactly where it was supposed to be. It wasn't one iota out of place. My eyes had simply skipped over it.