It’s A Slog

I lost my train of thought. “The tuna salad’s ready,” my sister Amy called from the kitchen, so I meandered off and left it somewhere back there. I was gonna bring us to this area, anyway, eventually, to my driftiness and frequent absent-mindedness and- It’s here where I have trouble. That other stuff? It’s part of the progression of time and- Yeah. Lapses of memory have been with me for years.