This is interesting, but I’ll keep it short in case I start to forget.
A funny thing’s been happening with me lately. I can’t remember anything I did the day before. Well, if I try real hard, sure. But who wants to, anyway? It’s like yesterday never happened. Maybe I’ve always been this way (that would explain a lot), but I doubt it. I prefer to think I’ve been so successful at living in the present moment, it’s obliterated everything else.
A man could get used to this, or maybe I already did.
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Hello John,
Thank you for the gift of laughter. I do believe you are enlightened.
You continue to feed my soul .
In light and joy,
Patsy
Enlightened??? I doubt that, but humor helps. I’m trying to let more of that show. Your comment will help remind me. Thank you.
Jeez, I know exactly what you mean! (At least today…) For years, I’ve been keeping a very brief diary on those pretty-photo calendars ya buy at upscale bookstores, and until recently if I skipped a day or two it wasn’t terribly challenging to remember what I did, so I could jot it down… not anymore! Now, if I wait even one day, and didn’t do anything notable like play a gig or travel to someplace interesting, it’s a goner! I can’t decide whether I like this or not, and of course, my opinion might’ve been different yesterday anyway! Well, hang in there… uh… what was your name again?
Chipper