Ever just had a date moseying along mid-air above the synapse trail? Hovering sinisterly amidst the grey matter? Just a date and a feeling that something important was either going to happen on that date or you were supposed to do something important on that date or . . .?? April 18 is my such date. Why on earth do I feel a sense of dread and immediacy when I contemplate that date? Like I really, really need to either do something or have something happen on that date. Hmmm . . .
Library book due? No.
Bill to pay? No.
Writing deadline to meet? No.
Playdate set up? No.
Am I taking a trip? No.
Is Jason taking a trip? No.
Did I promise to do something for someone on that day? Maybe; but, who knows what that something is? Certainly not I.
Anybody have any suggestions to jog my prematurely senile memory? Help!
Hooray! Just remembered that I needed to put together the donation box for the charity pick-up on April 18! Thank goodness that's solved. Now, where are my car keys . . .