From the Department of Communications

Lance Mannion reports that he lost his glasses last night, woke up this morning not knowing what day it is, called his brief case his "brief bag," has let three cups of coffee go cold without taking even a sip, has a vague feeling there's something important he's supposed to do today if only he could remember what that is, and can't think why he began writing this post and if he had a point, but other than that he feels fine.

Comments

[actor212]

Three day weekends suck.

[muddy]

At least you remembered the "brief" part. I would have been saying, "Where is my thing, you know, it's brown and rectangular and has a handle - I keep my papers in it. I'm sure it starts with B..."

Son, with horrified face, "You mean your briefcase? It's right next to you!"

"Thanks, son, I'm off to work! As soon as I find my, my, you know those things I wear on my face, I'm sure it starts with G?"

Son, sighing, "Maybe you should stay home."

It's hard to be old and be able to see the label on the filing cabinet, but not be able to open it up to look inside.