I am realizing that I am older, and more feeble of mind. I am having to write and journal all the things I have to do and that are done. I have to keep calendar. I can no longer remember hair appointments and planned activities. I find myself confusing days and mixing up times. 'Oh that was today'. Those words pass my lips so easily these days. A calendar for my purse must match up with the one on the fridge. Appointment cards are for the young. I did through the bottomless purse to find my lifeline. Then I must go home and coordinate again.