The cat suddenly rushes into the next room as if she forgot to turn off the iron. I an doing this more and more.

Why am I in this room, I came here for something.

It’s more than existential angst. Is there something wrong with me. Could this be the onset of dementia or Alzheimer’s. Or do I just think too much.

The worst is when I have to turn around walk back to the house and check to see if I have locked the door. Am I losing it? Am I on the path to insanity. Do I need to be locked up?

Then I remember rule #62 ‘don’t take yourself so damn serious’, I lighten up, and try to remember where I left my car keys.