Seriously. Thought "Hm. To file in the basement, I must wear pants." Got up. Opened the pantry door and looked in, clearly expecting to find pants.
And if you look at it on the screen, it makes a sort of sense. Pants. Pantry.
And yeah, sometimes I think in text.
But clearly, sometimes I also think in Martian.
I'm going to pour myself another cup of coffee. Because I clearly need it. And then I'm going to go put on my pants. Which are in the bedroom. And then I'm going to go downstairs and file.