So, as I'm getting older, I leave notes to myself on my computer, so I don't forget things I should do.
Today, a Monday, I got up and didn't turn on my computer until after 2 p.m. I went to the gym and the store and read the end of one book (One Kick--I recommend it, though it is disturbing on may levels) and started another (Grave Concerns...like the characters am not ready to give a recommendation yet...only 100 pages in) and started my weekly wash.
Well, since I didn't turn on my computer in the a.m., I totally forgot a lunch engagement!
I felt like a total aging, senile idiot.
The person I was supposed to eat with had (of course!!!) already emailed and made it sound like it was a good thing I hadn't showed up anyway.
What a generous response to an aging Hippie whose memory isn't what it once was. (Of course, all us Baby Boomers know the line--"if you remember the 60's you weren't really having fun....")
So, we rescheduled lunch. But I feel like an idiot.
But then, I feel like an idiot a lot of the time.
It keeps me humble.
And I'm proud of my humility.
Ponder that.
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