I was walking down the street from the Metro station to work this morning, and I realized I couldn’t find my apple. I’m almost four weeks in to forming the habit of eating an apple every day, and I’ve been wondering if I’m ready to push into the next habit (studying Chess flashcards on the bus). So I’m a bit disturbed that I forgot my apple this morning, although I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I did drop my keys in the Metro station so maybe I dropped my apple somewhere (and thanks again to the guy behind me who saw me drop my keys, picked them up, and gave them back to me). I’m groping around in my pocket in case it’s hidden behind my gloves, patting down my other pockets, trying to figure out where it is. I come to an intersection and I don’t have the walk signal, so I stop and take a bite out of my apple while I think about it. I look down at the half eaten apple that has been in my right hand the whole time and think to myself this is going to be a bad day.