No, I’m not talking pastry; I’m talking about myself.
I spent the better part of the day searching through photo disks and thumb drives for a picture of a frog. A particular frog (actually, a series of frogs) known as Pond Frog. I was going to write a lovely post about Pond Frog (all of them), but first I just had to find that picture I remembered seeing. Sometime.
Since Pond Frog lived at our previous house, I had to look through pictures taken over eight years ago, because that’s how long we’ve been in this house. Things that far back aren’t quite as well organized as more recent things, and recent things aren’t all that well organized, so you see my problem.
I know I’ve seen that picture, but I can’t remember where, or for that matter, when. And now it’s time to head for bed, and I have neither a picture of Pond Frog or a post about it to show for my trouble.
I did get to relive a lot of great memories, though.