Some days you know early on that you've lost your mind and it just isn't coming back. Some days you also know early on that you have beaten on too much code that week, and that it's time to walk away, unplug for a weekend, and not look back until Monday.Today is that day.

How do I know?

Jeff and I were packing up this morning for our trip to Atlanta. Well, that's a misnomer; Jeff was packing and I was doing my normal morning routine, since I'd mostly packed the night before. When I walked into the bathroom to take my shower, I noticed that Jeff had left the closet door open, and it was blocking the shower door.

(Fang—remember, we tend to refer to our cats in the collective, as they share a single brain—loves an open closet like nothing else. Except maybe scritchies and cuddles and fresh tomato sauce, but then again, our cats are weird.)

What my thought processes should have been: "I should check with Jeff to make sure he can see both cats, so that I don't shut one of them in the closet."

My actual thought process: "Can Jeff see both instances of the cat?"

Clearly, I need to unplug for the weekend.

Worth noting: I immediately told Jeff, who of course laughed and got it. Not to mention verified that the cats were out of the closet.