Today I started to tell a friend about something from dinner the night before. Except that she was at the dinner. And sitting at the same table! Even when prompted, I couldn’t really remember!
This does not warrant a blog post. Anybody who knows me well knows that my memory for these kinds of more mundane details is pretty porous. This kind of thing happens all the time.
I’m writing this so that when I’m much older, and still forgetting things all the time, folks can use this as a reference point before concluding that senility is setting in.
I’m afraid that everyone else will forget my forgetfulness!