Keeping Time

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.  


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