Sitting at dinner with the fam last night having one of our regularly scheduled conversations and something was said that I knew…I JUST KNEW that I wanted to write about it.  Thought to myself that I should probably write it down, but the conversation went off in a different direction and…..it was gone.

I absolutely hate when that happens.  And then I spend the rest of the evening trying to bring back the vestiges of whatever the heck it was so that I can actually remember what it was that I was trying to remember.

I refuse to say that it is because of my age because I have been doing this my entire life.  An idea will come into this roiling mess of thoughts that makes up my brain and…oh look!  A chicken!

And off it goes.  I went to the extent of carrying a notebook with me for a period of time, but I filled it up with so many ideas and observations that it stressed me out.  That lasted about 6 months.  Now I have spent a good portion of today reconstructing what I can remember of all the conversations we had last night so that I can remember that one thing that I wanted to expound on.

And people wonder why I am  the way I am.

Sheesh….