You Find Yourself in a ROOM

All day long yesterday, I was terribly distracted.

Like I’d walk into a room and then for like an eighth of a second, I’d forget walking into the room, I just suddenly found myself in the room, thinking, Huh? Why?

This is not an uncommon thing for me. I’ve been doing it all my life.

Not absent-mindedness so much as mini-fugue states.

But, of course, I’m of the age where every deviation from the conventional scope of attentiveness must be weighed in the light of encroaching dementia.

Is this how it announces itself? All of a sudden, you find yourself in a room?

I must say, it was not an unpleasant sensation.

There’s a certain tranquility that comes from forgetting why you’re somewhere.

Almost as though you’re shedding ego the same way snakes shed skins.

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Went across the river for my blood draw.

Results came back this morning: T4 looks to be in normal range on the new elevated Synthroid dose.

Hopefully, this means the dose won’t have to be recalibrated up.

After that, I went over to the community garden, which felt a bit like having a vivid hallucination of my long-ago childhood.

There was Claude puttering with his squashes!



There was James reinforcing the paths with woodchips.

I do love the community garden, but it is such a long way to drive!

I’d gone over with the intention of breaking down all the tomato cages, but whaddiya know: My tomatoes & chili peppers are still fruiting and daytime temps are supposed to get back to 70° tomorrow.

“The frost will not come for two weeks!” Claude told me decisively.

So, I’ll leave the cages up for another couple of weeks.

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In the evening, there was a super-moon & a comet.

I saw the super-moon.