Barbara J. Hamby

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Diminished Mental Resources

Most of the time I remember my age and my decreased capacity for multi-tasking, but today for some reason, I forgot. This evening I’ve been trying to do about five things at once. I flit from one to another.

I have drastically downsized my Christmas preparation. I don’t decorate anymore, nor do I bake, but I still am running around in circles.

I did actually get about twenty-two Christmas cards ready to mail and/or deliver. I had scanned two snapshots into a single photo and put the result on a floppy disk. I took it to Walgreen’s photo department and they ran me twenty quite good-looking copies to enclose in some of my Season’s Greetings. Those will be in the mail tomorrow.

All the other projects are in a state of disarray. I don’t have a clue what my actual bank balance is because I can’t get Quicken to line up with the printed or online figures from the Credit Union. That may work better in the morning after a good night’s rest.

Four or five errands here and there scattered my mental resources before I got to my desk and its pile of clutter. Mental resources is a pretty fancy name for the hodge-podge inside this old head, but it sounds good.

I think I will take my tired head out and plant it in front of the television for some light weight distraction.