If only I had a brain

Last night at dinner M said something, or I said something, and then we both chimed in with “There’s a blog post for you.” And now I have no idea what the gem of an idea I was planning on sharing with y’all might be. Nor can I remember where I left my car keys, or what page I am on in my book, or why there is a stapler in the fridge. And there is something else I am supposed to remember to do, but I can’t quite remember what.

Please tell me my brain will someday return to me, please? I feel like 34 is a little too young to be quite so forgetful.

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