Our friend, the Rev. Stuart Coxhead made a really good point at dinner tonight. I remember thinking that it was incisive, insightful and illuminating. “My blog post for tonight!” I thought, excited. But of course, that was a couple of hours ago. Can I remember it now?
I asked my sweet spouse, and she recalled that it had been good, too, but she couldn’t remember, either. Stuart’s lovely wife, Anne Peterson carries a small notebook in which she jots notes during conversation, and tonight’s episode helps me understand why…
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Hmmm, I believe I know why this happens. I believe I know, but I just cannot remember the details right now….
I hear memory is the second thing to go; can’t remember what the first thing is. (Sorry – old joke. I think. Maybe. What?)
Forgot what I was going to comment about.
Me, too.
Turns out, Anne, notebook notwithstanding, couldn’t remember, either.
Neither can I, the putative source of all forgettable wisdom.