Losing It
Senility approacheth apace.
For example, I can't seem to eat without wearing my food. Someday, I won't notice.
Today I looked frantically for my keys at work. Had I left them in the bathroom? NO. Had they fallen out of a pocket somehow? (Doomed.)
...Of course I found them. Eventually. In the desk drawer where I'd carefully placed them for safe-keeping.
And then there was the rubberband. The one I use to stylishly keep my little leather datebook closed. One minute it was there. The next minute: gone. I looked high and low. I was baffled, I tell you, baffled.
I gave up. I replaced the old green rubberband with a new green rubberband. I wondered if the old rubberband was now happily frolicking in the same limbo dimension where single socks go from the laundry.
Until just now. When I looked down to see what was tickling my right wrist...
Yep. Come and get me now, 'cause it's only going to get worse.
For example, I can't seem to eat without wearing my food. Someday, I won't notice.
Today I looked frantically for my keys at work. Had I left them in the bathroom? NO. Had they fallen out of a pocket somehow? (Doomed.)
...Of course I found them. Eventually. In the desk drawer where I'd carefully placed them for safe-keeping.
And then there was the rubberband. The one I use to stylishly keep my little leather datebook closed. One minute it was there. The next minute: gone. I looked high and low. I was baffled, I tell you, baffled.
I gave up. I replaced the old green rubberband with a new green rubberband. I wondered if the old rubberband was now happily frolicking in the same limbo dimension where single socks go from the laundry.
Until just now. When I looked down to see what was tickling my right wrist...
Yep. Come and get me now, 'cause it's only going to get worse.
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