When I’m out and about, I often think of great content for this blog. However, I feel it’s rude at the time to get out my cell phone and text myself (yes, the person I text the most is me – no text, no get done) (yes, I feel it is rude to dink around on my phone, even for legit reasons, when I’m with others). So, when I sit down at night to work on this, that fantastic idea is completely and utterly gone from my head.
I used to have a fantastic memory! Details galore: clothes, dates, times, who, when, what, etc. Over the years (and I’m not THAT old), it has diminished greatly. I’m not sure if it’s from the migraines or the medications to prevent or abort them. Any which way, if I do drag out my cell phone with you, there’s a 90% chance I’m sending myself a reminder for something-or-other. Usually dates, times, and the like.
Just like the clouds in the sky, my memory of things just flits right on by.
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