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LESA LIGHT: Where did my memory go?

There are several things that I miss from my younger days: my waist, running up and down the stairs, balance, and a desire to travel. But my memory is what I miss most.

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I never had a really good one. In high school, when I arrived on Monday morning, someone would ask what I did over the weekend, and I had to really think about it. And no, I did not drink or do drugs. I was actually a very good kid. I suppose my mind was focused on the present or the future instead of the past.

Of course, my memory has not improved in the least. Just last week, I was filling up my pill dosette. There were supposed to be an even number of pills for each day, but there was an odd number.........

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