Losing it and finding it frozen.

I couldn't find the cheese. I could swear that I hadn't eaten it all. I looked everywhere. In the butter drawer. In the fruit crisper. Behind the hummus. Even in the couscous. Gone. Unless, unless, for the second time in one month I froze the cheese. I looked in the freezer. Hard-as-rock goat's milk cheese. It seems, indeed it seems, my head isn't always in control. I swore at myself with the big one, the f-word, and proceeded to use the biggest knife in the house to angrily cut the frozen block into icy bite-sized pieces for my lunch.