Did You Forget Something?

I should have noticed. Of course I should have. The weight was wrong. That’s the best indicator, but for whatever reason I grabbed my computer bag and headed for the car.

I have a 40 minute commute on most days. I was just about to the halfway point when a nagging thought that had been kicking around the back of brain finally fought it’s way to the front of my consciousness.

Did you forget something?

Ah. . .who are you?

That’s not important.

It sort of is to me.

Okay, I’m your conscious. . .your GUILTY conscious!

Is this about that red light on State street? Because that was the shortest yellow light on record!

No, this isn’t about the red light. . .or the rolling stop on 400 East. . .or the fact that you seem to be saving your blinker for some future emergency.

Okay, this is getting a little crazy. And I’m not even sure you’re not just some manifestation of that chili I shouldn’t have had after midnight. What did I forget?

I’m not sure I’m going to tell you now.

What? I offended my conscious?

I may just let you deal with the consequences. It would serve you right.

Oh, pul-leze. Just tell me what I forget.

Apologize first.

I’m not going to apologize to my own conscious.

Suit yourself.

Okay, fine. I’m sorry I compared you to after-midnight chili.

Laptop.

What about my laptop? . . . Oh no!

Told you.

I was headed down the freeway moving away from my laptop at 70 MPH. What to do? I was halfway to work. Turning around now would add 45 minutes to my commute. I tried to figure out what those consequences were that my conscious warned me about. I had my phone and my iPad. I could get email. Both devices had email. The same for the calendar. I didn’t have any critical documents on my laptop that I couldn’t do without for a day.

Seriously, I don’t need my laptop for an entire day? I went back through my task list again.

Hey, Conscious.

Yes?

I think I’m good.

Oh, I can assure you that’s not true.

No, I mean on the laptop thing. I think I can survive without it. Thanks for the warning though. Next time maybe a little earlier would help.

Don’t push me.

Why not?

Cell phone.

Yeah, sorry. We good?

Well, one of us is.

Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday at 7:00 AM Mountain Time. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and one grandchild.

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