You would be amazed to know how many times I find myself befuddled by my own lack of memory.

Today, I read my wife’s status on Facebook and it really got me thinking despite her addendum not to “…read anything into this.” She made a quick and witty observation about her orange juice disappearing, her annoyance at finding that she had already consumed it and forgotten about it, and how she tends not to enjoy or appreciate things while she has them. And while she wasn’t after any deeper meaning implicit in her micro-blog, it really spurred me to carefully consider a few things. And I figured maybe you would like to consider them with me for a bit…

On almost a daily basis, I go for another cursory drink of my second cup of coffee in the morning only to find the bottom of the mug with a thin layer of brown crustiness already dried-on. The feeling is pretty crappy, isn’t it? The full expectation of another satisfying drink only inches from my agape mouth only to be shot down with the full let-down of an empty mug. It’s a downer, for sure.  Read More→