Please pardon my complete and total lack of clues...

I seem to be running spectacularly short on with-it-ness today.

I dawdled getting out the door for my walk this morning for no very good reason, which meant that I left later for work than I wanted to.

I carefully packed myself a lunch, and then arrived at work and discovered that I'd left said lunch sitting on the kitchen counter.

Consider this your warning - Wendy is experiencing a low-cluefulness front, resulting in bouts of forgetfulness and a high probability of showers of stupidity. Take cover.