oldness sets in
April 27, 2009
How old do you spose you have to be before this starts happening:
You go the restroom with some urgency, in order to perform your morning (or afternoon, if you’re that sort of person), er, duty (Ha). You know. Number two. Am I dancing around it too much here?
Anyway. You successfully conclude your business. You stand. You wash your hands.
And suddenly you realize you now need some number one business. With some urgency.
Really, how could you not have realized this before? And by “you” of course, I mean Me. How could I be sitting there, going about my business, and NOT realize that both numbers are in the que? (And while we’re at it, why does my text editor think “que” isn’t a word? [oh, well, i’ve now been informed. the lesson, as always–i am an idiot])
I would say this happens twice a week, at least. But it wasn’t always so. I remember a time when this NEVER happened. But I can’t remember exactly when this began happening.
But then, I can’t remember much of anything anymore. Maybe that’s one of the signs.