It's Getting Worse . . .

I have always had an above average ability to lose things: keys, phones, and the like. But the time span between item last seen and item lost is getting shorter. I find myself looking for things that I have just laid down, sometimes seconds ago. Today, in fact, I was carrying a box into my office, coffee in one hand box in the other, and laid the coffee down in order to lift the box onto a shelf. After accomplishing said lift, I spent the next five minutes looking for the coffee.

Last week, my granddaughter and I were at a mall in San Antonio and I forgot where I had parked the car. She, a six year old, had to guide us back. Talk about embarrassing.

Not that I have ever been good at the incidentals of life, I haven't, but time is taking its toll on the short-term memory, or maybe it was the inhaled cannabis delecti from the 60's; whichever, at this rate it won't be long and I will be hanging my keys around my neck, wearing a stomach-pouch for my wallet and phone, and putting post-it notes on the dashboard. God help me.

Tempus neminem manet.