I’m getting a little concerned about my brain. I read somewhere, though I cannot remember where, that sleep deprivation causes memory loss. Hang around this blog for five minutes and I can almost guarantee you that I will complain of my almost constant fatigue.
In case you’re wondering, I’m at about an eight, with one being so rested I could run a marathon and ten being lethargy. Eight isn’t so bad. Usually I’m at about an eleven at this point in the day.
The other day I was looking for a knife. I remembered that there were no clean ones in the drawer and I remembered how proud I was when I remembered to put soap in and turn on the dishwasher when it was full. After remembering all this, I opened the oven to get to the clean silverware, only to remember that the oven isn’t the dishwasher.
A few days earlier, I stood looking at my freshly brewed coffee, completely at a loss for what needed to be done so I could drink it. Remembering that I needed to put some half-and-half in, I opened the fridge and grabbed the apple juice, stopping just in time. I put the apple juice back and stood in front of the open fridge trying to remember what I needed. After about five minutes, I figured it out.
As I was putting my son to bed tonight, I reminded myself that it’s still November and so I had to write my post. Once Nathan was down, I did a few things online, got some water (which I just now realized I forgot in the kitchen), and sat down to read the yeah write grid. And THEN I remembered I needed to write this post. I was going to write about Bob Seger, but since I forgot and it’s getting late, you’re just going to have to wait on that. You’ll be happy to know that I made some notes about the Bob Seger post, so I don’t forget what I meant to write.
I’ll leave you with this thought.
Wait. What were we talking about?
This is NaBloPoMo Day 12.