I know EXACTLY what you mean
Mine isn't so much "forgetting" as it is procrastinating..
I don't like going outside. ever.
Now my dad has it in his mind that I will be picking him up on weekends while the weather holds out.
I'm fine once I get outside the door. It's opening the door and stepping outside that I'm opposed to.
I don't know why. I'm not afraid to go outside, I just don't want to.
Not even to sit on the porch.
I let the cats in and out of my bedroom window. They would prefer the door, but I don't.
I don't feel trapped or safe, just comfortable.
So I may get to the store when I run out of things like cigarettes and coffee.
I will go without everything else, but these two things pull my strings and get me moving.
So I stock up on both.
I don't mind driving, I don't think my car likes going for rides though.
So for the next few weeks until the snow blows I will have to go out and in and in and out to get my dad.
I eat when I'm hungry. I don't get hungry much. But when I do, I will eat and eat and eat.
Then I don't eat for days, I just pick. A handful of grapes here, a few crackers there.
But when my dad is here, we eat 3 meals a day and snacks.
I just took him home yesterday from having him visit for 3 days and I feel bloated, and all I want to do is sleep.
I think about everyone here all the time.
Sometimes when I see someone who hasn't been here for awhile, I am really happy even if they are the grumpy type lol
I don't say anything.. but I think it in my heart.. Oh look, so and so is back.. whew, good to see them.
Your all my family..
Kind of like a library...
Some books don't mind being read and share everything about themselves,
and other books are sealed up tight and don't want anyone to peak inside.
sealed up...
hmm
Dan 12:4 But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book,
even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.
Rev 20:3 And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: and after that he must be loosed a little season.
Funny how people are like books sometimes....
I'm doing well, thank you Truman..
My brain is running overtime, I think too much lol
Much Love
HUGS