I learned two things while in bed last night.
I woke up to the scent of skunk wafting into my room.
1 – Storm windows or no storm windows, our house is far from air tight.
2 – I never want to tangle with a skunk in person if events in the woods outside my window are that evident two floors up with all the windows sealed (?) shut.
It’s no wonder that names disappear the instant I need to introduce people or that it takes three trips (and this is not a one-time event) to the basement before I can remember what I wanted.
Yesterday I was in my car listening to a radio station playing music from the 1960s. If you run a station with a playlist limited to just one era in musical history, you are bound to play songs a bit less well-known than “Louie, Louie” or “Hey, Jude.” Many of your offerings will be ones that never made it into the top 40 for that year.
Song after song, regardless of artist or style, I knew every word. Not snippets or sections, but e v e r y word.
No wonder I not only need a list at the grocery store, but have to meticulously cross off each item as I buy it.
My brain is full up.