I’m sure we did. But I can’t remember. I don’t remember a lot of things now. I remember lots of things from years ago. Just not what we said yesterday, or the day before.
It sort of worries me. But then it doesn’t.
It’s strange how accepting I can be if it is some form of neuropathy, but how scared I get when I wonder if it’s something else.
I’m not sure when I noticed it. I just know it’s there.
So if we spoke yesterday and I don’t remember ignore my puzzled look. Let’s take the opportunity to talk again today.