Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for January 26, 2025

and the thing is… you don’t remember what you needed them for

We’re at the age when we start wondering about the hereafter. We walk into a room, stop and wonder what we came here after.

I hear ya, Auntie. Walk into the kitchen to get/do something…

25 minutes later, I’ve done the dishes, fed the cat, put the trash in the garage bin, and made a cup of coffee. Which I sit down with, and say “Oh @#*1 I forgot to take the roast out of the freezer…”

Any trip into the bedroom for any purpose is sufficient justification for a nap.

Was wine part of the this episode?

Am I losing my mind…….or is my mind losing me???

I get side tracked so often on the way between the barn and the house that I equally as often forget which way I am going, never mind what for!

Welcome to the world of the drunken stupor.

I can understand, it’s easy to get sidetracked. I mean it’s dark, there’s a bed, your teeth have been put away for the night.

Beds are magnetic. Electromagnetism is too strong for me. The bed keeps on winning.

On my way to the garage – keys, wallet, personal protection (you know what I mean) and thank God not anymore – mask but I do have one in the car’s glove compartment, you never know… Wuhan and that kind of bs may rise from the dead.

Your body had other plans.