Forgetful

It was one of those lazy vacation days, except I was thoroughly engrossed in doing something else that made hours melt into seconds. Around 6:00 PM, my head was pounding and moving my eyes even hurt. Thought maybe it was the heralding of flu season and I began to get a little worried. And then I remembered. Not one drop of coffee passed my lips today. Nary a one. I just forgot.

It took about a half a cup for the headache to subside. With the rest of the cup, it has ceased altogether. Now, of course, I’ll be good and vivacious heading into the night time hours. But it’s vacation and the lad has arranged for transport to practice in the morning, which means—I don’t hafta worry about getting up at the crack of dawn. Oooh, I’m awash with ideas for spending my new found hours.

The other thing I remembered this evening...it was trash day and I forgot that, too. Not sure how I could forget— the entire neighborhood had trash piled up by the side of the road, I had a note stuck to the front door, and another one on the bathroom mirror. Must have been terribly inconspicuous notes. The lad claims he never saw them, either. Another week of tripping over boxes and bags of wrapping paper and other holiday detritus. Bah.