I lost some of my spoons. In the most literal sense. I think I threw them in the bin during an episode (or multiple) of automatic behaviour. Sometimes these episodes last a few seconds, sometimes minutes, or an hour.
I don’t really know for sure. Time flies a lot for me, even when I feel bored. Or maybe especially when I feel bored. I just zone out and then suddenly, an hour passed. Or two.
I find stuff in weird places. A not-so-hot chocolate in the fridge. A book in the bathroom. Gloves in my bed. Currently I don’t know where I left my small pair of scissors. And sometimes, I forget to close the front door…