NOT ALONE in Postcards 4

I’ve been really slow on the uptake lately. I keep a backup blog here at Prosebox, a reaction from the old OD days. I hadn’t notice that one of my favorite people had not written in a month. She talked about being tired, being slow, and letting the world around her fade away.

I wrote back that not only am I fading, but my ability to write and other my enthusiasms are fading too. I eat, I nap. Sometimes, if not interrupted, the nap can last three hours long. I eat less, which is good, but my dessert desires have grown. I pull into the garage from work or an errand, and sometimes I just sit there mindlessly. My blog entries have little content, and I reuse photographs…sometimes I forget to take my camera when I go out.

I’ve been forgetting words for years, but lately it’s gotten much worse. I’m good at forgetting my teeth…now that’s embarrassing, and my ears…“Eh, what did you say.” I’ve always had a badly damaged short term memory, but now days I seem to have great gaps in it.

I’ve made a doctor’s appointment ostensibly for my knee, but I will include hip, back, and fading away at the appointment. I will let you know.
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• Himself: Work at 6am this morning. PT, dinner, and a meeting later. Tomorrow night big party. Monday he has to work half a day.


• Myself: Finished with work until the27th when a big book donation is to arrive.


• Reading: I’ve reached famed economist’s JKG’s post-doctoral years.


• Gratitude’s: George.