…at the old folks home! Cat friendly of course!
If you see it (the brain), let me know. It’s gray and fluffy. And large, very large.
We’ve been on a roll in this house. Forgetting appointments (we never do that!).
Scrambling days (is today Monday or Tuesday? No? It’s Thursday? How did that happen?)
I thought I lost a week (I found it again).
I’m asking questions when I know the answer.
It’s a lot of forgetfulness. (There must be a name for this. A cute one that doesn’t sound terminal. If it gets me a good seat in a restaurant, that’s even better.)
Is this part of the aging process? A blonde moment (the beloved husband who shares this illness is not blonde)? Spring or cabin fever?
These things come in clusters for me. When I was working (yes, they happened then too), I would blame heavy workload or distractions. (Mostly crazy employees because it couldn’t possibly be me.) Hard to use that excuse now (although we do have a new, very demanding cat!).
The good news is that the cluster is over. Maybe.
I have to remember to reset the clocks. Is that this weekend or was it last weekend? Is it spring yet? How about happy hour! I could use a good happy hour. With a very large drink to match my brain!