I’m sure there are things I should be doing. I’m sure of it, but can’t think of what those things are. I’m even more forgetful than I ever was. I write lists and walk away and don’t look at them again. I make phone calls and end up on hold. After being on hold for an hour, I hang up. Who was I calling? And why?
My mind is in a distant place. My mind is a distant place. My mind is distant. Whatever.
I keep wiping the kitchen counter. It’s something I can control: the crumbs.
I’m sure there’s something I should be doing right now. This terrifies me.
What if I start to forget?
Oh God. Please don’t take my memories, too.