Must be too early in the morning.

Okay, so I am actually looking at many of the recipe books and magazines ( and pulling out some recipes )before I toss them. I made a stack of paperbooks from which I didn't remove any recipes;

I thought I'd offer it to the young mothers in the ward and dump the ones they didn't take. Looking through blurry eyes earlier this morning I noticed a book that had fallen down behind some of the others.

I read the words: A taste for human blood and did a double take. Where had I gotten that cook book?

After a few contortions of my body I pulled it out. It was Paul Zindel's Night of the bat on the front of the book and had A taste for Human blood on the back.  Ah yes, a children's book I had picked up for Adam; maybe for next year. Mystery solved.