Is brrrrr-brisk, chilling weather freezing the ol’ gray matter? Is the daily devastating/senseless news prompting me to retreat emotionally and mentally? Maybe it’s sugar overload (yeah, seven mini cupcakes was a bit much)?
At 90, my mother appears to have it more together than me; she can recall things from yesteryear with no effort. She’s even reminded me to place an item a certain way because she recalls that I don’t like it positioned the other way.
Maybe the worry about becoming a scatterbrain is enhancing the absentmindedness. I should simply let go and laugh at the present chaos.
So what if I’m experiencing a few senior moments (and, yes, I can call them that now)? These last few days have been trying; the next few will be calming. What goes up, comes down; what comes down, goes . . . uh, duh.
See you next week (hopefully). <CSL>