Don’t you hate it when you have some memories from a long, long time ago come back to you just when you are about to fall asleep and you promise yourself that you’re going to blog about it the next day but when the next day comes you can’t remember anything about it anymore? I had three of those memories last night. Three! I wish I could remember what they are because those memories made me feel warm and fuzzy. Oh well. Maybe they’ll come back to me again some other time. I keep meaning to put a notebook and a pen on the night table to help me remember things like this, but I keep forgetting. I’m having trouble remembering to do something that’s meant to help me remember! Ah, the irony of getting old.
Failing Memories
