The letter drawer

Looking for the deed paperwork for the roof quote and opened the wrong drawer in the desk in the back room. Bank statements for the rental. Four years of them, in order, held with a bulldog clip. All perfectly normal. I stood there with my hand on the open drawer for a while. Long enough that Biscuit came in to see what the event was. Then I closed it and found the deed folder in the filing box where it has always been, and took a photo of the page the roofer needed, and sent it, and made dinner. I would like to be able to say I do not know why I stood there.