A brain is a terrible thing to lose

I called my sister about 4 a.m., her time.

She was patient enough.

Hubby answered the phone and said, Doug, it’s 4 a.m.

I apologized.

A few hours later I called my partner, thinking it was evening; it was 5:30a.m.

She was not pleased.

We only get up that early for hockey.

Through the infrastucture of Brisbane (that’s in Queensland, Australia) I know I have people lined up to care for me.

Still, a brain is a terrible thing to lose. And I watched it in my grandfather and grandmother 40 years ago.