The older I get, the more I suffer from Here After Syndrome (HAS). In case I haven’t defined it, it’s when you walk into a room and think, “What was I Here After?” I’ve always had it, but it’s become more pronounced with age. Now it’s leaked into my web surfing. I was just reading Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. Ree (the Pioneer Woman) was out of town for a few days, and when she got back, she posted several pictures of their snow covered ranch. It made me think of something I wanted to look up, but I didn’t do it right then like I should have. Instead, I finished the post, and then one more for good measure. Then I thought, “What was I going to look up?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember. I had to go almost all the way back through what I had read before I remembered what to look up. This all important topic? The weather.
Pitiful. So, so pitiful.