It's almost inevitable. Every time I drive up to Tahoe, somewhere in between Sacramento and Placerville, I start panicking because I think I've forgotten my toiletry kit (with my contacts). I try to remember putting the kit in my bag, but I can't. I have no memory of it all. I'm freaking out because I can't ski without my contacts. Then the panic subsides because I figure I can just buy one of those pairs of goggles that fit over glasses. I relax. Then I get to the house, open my bag, search around, can't find my kit, feel like an idiot, then I find it buried under a sweater or something and feel, again, like an idiot, for even worrying about it first place and going through this panic-relax-panic cycle again. Usually that's the end of it, but this time, I had the same reaction on the way back down to Alameda. I thought I forgot my kit in the house. I panicked. I try to recall putting the kit in my bag, but I can't remember it at all. Then I tried to figure out how I would deal without for two weeks (I'm not going to Tahoe next weekend) and relax because I know everything in the bag is replicable. Then I get home, and of course, my kit is right in my bag where I put it. I feel like a complete idiot.