I think the heat is getting to me. I spent a good three hours, total, in my car today. The A.C. is broken. not working. The digital readout on my car thermometer said 100 degrees and, like I said, I think the heat is getting to me. I will have tremendous flashes of genious. A fabulous idea will come to me, but quickly evaporate from my memory, faster than the steam rising from the pavement. I would share them with you, but....they're gone.
I started to scold William about adding sugar to his tea. He left the sugar out and I knew why. I called him into the kitchen and, somehow, between the time I called his name and the time he walked into it, I had forgotten why I yelled in the first place. I stood by the sink and struggled to remember as he stood there waiting.
Earlier in the day, I thought about a trip to a shop to buy a lariat. I thought I'd have to drive across town. Then, a distraction caused me to completely lose that information. I could only remember that I was thinking I'd have to drive across town, or was it that I'd have to shop around to find it. Finally, it did come to me. But it took a while.
I think possibly, my brain is slightly cooked. That would explain alot.





