Now what am I forgetting?

It's late and I'm all ready for bed, bite splint included. I only half-jokingly told my hubby that we should have a check list to get ready for bed at night. I remembered the bite splint last night but forgot the anti-inflammatory medicine to get the swelling in my mouth down.

What happened to the days when I had multiple activities going on, and juggled them all just fine without (hardly) ever forgetting anything? Important things at least. Forgetting stuff makes me feel old. Is it already time to break out the stories, "Why, when I was your age we walked six miles to school every day in snow up to your waist."?

Only mine would be more like, "Why, I remember buying Coke and peanuts every morning at the grocery store before hopping on the school bus. Breakfast of champions I tell you!"

Hopefully it will be a few more years before we hit that stage. But the memory thing is bothering me. One benefit is extra exercise though. Can't tell you how many times I go to get something and cannot for the life of me remember what, and sometimes I make two or three trips before I DO remember.

Usually my brain makes it until Friday before giving up and taking a break. But I'm pretty sure this is still Thursday. Could make for an interesting day tomorrow. Hopefully a good night's rest will restore me to a semi-coherent state of being that will get me through Spanish class and another trip to the dentist.

How many of you can say you have a dentist appointment on Friday night? Jealous, aren't you? Doesn't everyone want to spend an exciting Friday evening under the drill? That's only possible when you live in a culture where everything shuts down every single afternoon about lunch time and opens back up around 6 p.m., including doctors and dentists. Most of my doctor appointments have been Friday evenings, too. Waiting rooms are always crowded then so apparently it's the happening thing to do here.

I am so trendy.