When I purchased my Nook, I also became a member of Barnes & Noble's "club". (It was free, or I paid $25 for the membership and the price of the Nook was reduced by $25, or something like that.) Later, when I wanted to register my membership number on BN.com, I could not find my membership card. In fact, I had no memory of receiving a membership card. I looked in my wallet, my purse, the little orange pouchI use for all my other customer cards, but could not find it. I concluded I had never received it, and sent B&N an email requesting my card. They sent me a new card, with a new number, which I registered. Fine.
Last night, while buying pet food, I rummaged around for my Pet Supplies Plus customer card and found... the original B&N membership card.
On my way home from Pet Supplies Plus, I passed a gas station and noticed that regular was below $4 per gallon. I decided to fill up at the Marathon near my house. A few blocks later, while waiting at a traffic light, I had the feeling there was some place I wanted to stop on my way home, but could not remember where. The grocery story? The library? Then I glanced at the BP station to my left, saw that regular was below $4 per gallon, and remembered.
And don't get me started on names and faces!
This kind of stuff happens to me all the time. Part of the problem is my sedentary job - on weekends, when I am more active, I feel much more astute. Part of the problem is I move through my days in a haze - same ol' same ol', lather, rinse, repeat. I'm getting to that age where a headache is a brain tumor, indigestion an impending heart attack, and forgetfulness the onset of Alzheimers. Re the latter, denial is a good thing, because really, what are you going to do about it?
Now, pardon me while I go do a crossword puzzle. If I can find a pen. And my glasses. Which are on my face.