Yesterday, I walked into the kitchen four times before I remembered I was on a mission to get soda pop. Today, I started to write a thank you note, but couldn't remember who I was supposed to send it to. Last week, I discovered I unwittingly destroyed a pocketful of phone numbers in the washing machine. Those people are still waiting for me to call them back.
Our dear son, Gregory, who once specialized in Alzheimer's research at Western Psyche, gladly informs me that he spent many interesting moments talking to patients who act like me. I like to remind him that I have a lot on my mind - and that nobody is perfect.