Days just keep coming. Nothing I can do about it. Tuesday was supposed to be trash day, but it was ruined by some elf who said the truck drivers didn't have to work, and now the trash is getting picked up today. So, the truck drivers still have to work, they just do it a day late all week. It seems to me that all that's been accomplished is the trash sat around an extra day and a bit more of it accumulated. Really, what was the point of it all? And all those dead trees. Useful things could have been made of them. Crosses, for example. Those are a big business for some reason. Especially this time of year.
Anyway. So far today I've woken up and eaten a donut and drunk tea and orange juice. Now I'm doing this which I forgot. I forget more and more. I'll worry when I forget the donut, though probably not, because I won't remember that I've forgotten the donut and thus won't know there's anything to worry about. Dementia is more complicated than you expect.
Like forgetting to finish and post a journal entry before taking a long morning nap that spills into late afternoon. I need a second breakfast. The trash truckdrivers are apparently still having theirs. Going on four in the afternoon and our wheelie bins are still sitting full and undisturbed all along the block. They'd best get moving. Rain is expected soon.
Anyway. So far today I've woken up and eaten a donut and drunk tea and orange juice. Now I'm doing this which I forgot. I forget more and more. I'll worry when I forget the donut, though probably not, because I won't remember that I've forgotten the donut and thus won't know there's anything to worry about. Dementia is more complicated than you expect.
Like forgetting to finish and post a journal entry before taking a long morning nap that spills into late afternoon. I need a second breakfast. The trash truckdrivers are apparently still having theirs. Going on four in the afternoon and our wheelie bins are still sitting full and undisturbed all along the block. They'd best get moving. Rain is expected soon.