Sometimes I forget what I want and what I feel. What I did or didn't do. Like maybe I'll be standing in my kitchen feeling discombobulated and I don't quite know why, my tummy kinda' slippery. Did I forget to pay the cable bill? Is there a new ding on my bumper? Did somebody say something off to me? And I run through the possibilities right there like a grocery list. When I was little we had a cat named Dumb Darryl. I don't know why except that when he entered a room he often looked as if he forgot what brought him there. Dumb Darryl Chicken Liver Whip Whap Sick Sack, like a song, and we would laugh at him there between the ferns.
I guess I forgot what brought me here. Should I post a funny photo? A story? Something slow and dense and yeah, like this? Are we out of milk? Should I post at all? Yesterday I got a traffic ticket for $380, last night Bryan and I were mean to each other. My skin is dry and I wonder if it wouldn't be better to be like our old cat Wanda who peed on the carpet.
But that's not it really. Close, but not quite.