On the other hand, I'm probably distracted. Or something. At the medical facility, on our way out, I
- Put on my cap
- Looked at a poster my daughter pointed out to me, of a young man rather protectively holding an infant
- Started searching my pockets for my cap
Once back at my father's place, I turned off the engine, picked up my cane with my left hand, put the keys in my left hand (not going to forget those again!), looked between the driver's seat and passenger seat, and asked #2 daughter if I'd brought my cane with me.
#2 daughter says I need more sleep. She's probably right.