I had a major epiphany while sewing this evening.  At least I think it was while sewing; it could have been during my shower.  Unfortunately, I can't remember what it was, thereby forcing myself and the world to go at least one more day without this earth shattering revelation.

I don't know if it's because I work with people in their 40s and 50 (and 60s and 70s), or if it's because I don't do many mentally stimulating activities, but I have the memory of a goldfish.  I feel like I can't hold on to a thought longer than a few seconds unless I 1) write it down or b) repeat it in my head until I complete it--and sometimes well after.

I once had to bring eggs to Rocketdog's.  For the 5 to 10 minutes I was getting ready to go, I repeated "Eggs, eggs, eggs..." in my head.  Nonstop.  Then, walking out to the truck with eggs in hand, I kept repeating it.  I'm not entirely certain I had stopped repeating it when I got to my destination.

But... I just remembered the name of someone I met this weekend.  I'm usually really bad with names.  I consider that a victory.