I sat down to write this with a clear idea of what it was going to be about. Suddenly, I couldn't remember. I've sat here for 5 minutes, poking at my brain. No luck.
I'm taking a new antidepressant and I think it is working. Jane does too. I'm beginning to get my motor running and looking for writing projects. It's great to feel semi-normal again.
Well, I still can't think of what it was I was going to write. This isn't my Alzheimer's. I've been doing this all my life. I've got a spot in my brain that is like the Grand Canyon. A thought crosses it and in falls in.