return of the dementia

(For the first dementia story, read "Chili Bean Dementia".)
Still having allergy problems, JohnDavid and I stayed home from the campmeeting again.
A few minutes after Travis and the girls left, the phone rang. It was my niece Abigail. She wanted to see if we'd left yet, but she hadn't been able to get us on the cell phone. Oh, no! I bet Travis forgot the phone. We only have one cell phone. I checked, and yep, it was still in my pocketbook in the bedroom.
"They should be at the campmeeting in about 10 minutes or so," I told Abigail. "Are you going?"
She said yes, she was. So I told her she should see them in a few minutes.
After I hung up, I saw on my cell that I had 2 missed calls. I checked my messages, and one was from Travis. I hadn't paid attention to what time it said the call came in before I hit delete, so I thought, "Maybe he called me on the way to church. I'll call him and see if he did."
I walked back in the living room, dialing on the home phone. A few seconds later, the cell phone in my other hand started ringing. "I bet that's him calling me back," I thought.
I looked at the cell phone.
It said, "Home is calling."
I just sat down in the living room chair, and laughed. All by myself in the living room, laughing and laughing!
(I am really, really crazy)
Oh, can I blame it on allergies? Hmmm... I thot not.