Of course I work best in the midst of chaos, and the day has certainly delivered on that level!
Though my spotty memory – my kid calls it ‘nominal aphasia’ which is as good a term as any since most of it devolves to the head injury – is interfering with the project.
A couple of years ago I was hanging out with KTS in NYC and he squinted and said What was the name of that first guy you married?
I pondered, then replied Um, dunno.
KTS has been a friend long enough he just sighed and said Dude was the scariest person I have ever met!
Lucky KTS, especially given he, like me, grew up in the grimmer forgotten corners of the NW.
I perceived my first husband as amusing and sweet, even if I do sometimes forget his name. Perhaps because we haven’t talked in the last fifteen years, though technically the failure might convey more than should be allowed about my skewed mental faculties in 1989. I’m not opposed to teen marriage in principle. Just my own teen marriage.
Sigh.