Thursday, June 29, 2006
Senioritis?
To me this isn’t a senior moment, but an ordinary moment that makes me rue having certain of my mothers genes, or something. Though not with coffee cups. I tend to use a currently favored, usually oversized, cup over and over, day after day, so no room for grabbing a second cup in there.
However, there is the problem of forgetting whether I already sweetened it, if you distract me for the slightest bit of time before the whole sweetening and lightening process is completed.
On a scarily related note, the night before last I had a dream, or more accurately a nightmare, in which I showed unmistakable indication of developing Alzheimer’s. I’ll take the senior moments and the “doh!” slips of the brain (like pouring soad into the coffee instead of a glass, for instance), but please, not that. Never that.