Last night, on our journey home from Idaho to see my family, I was astonished to find that I could not remember how old I was!!!
Seriously, I remember having this conversation with a friends husband the other day and for some reason I was convinced that I was 28...I dunno why?? I even remember him saying..."I thought on your run register you were listed as 27"...to which I remember (vaguely) responding that I must have written it down wrong.
Somewhere between New Meadows and Grangeville, while listening to some NPR podcast of Radiowest, having been in the vehicle for 9 hours, I was struck with the realization that I wasn't sure how old I actually am.
Granted, my brain was quite tired, and was a little hypnotized from all of the yellow lines and reflectors...but as I was trying to calculate how old I am, I was having a hard time coming up with the right answer.
So, if I was born November 7, 1979...It is now 2007...then I am____ old?
If I was married when I was 20, three months before turning 21, and I've been married for 7 years then I should be___ old?
To my astonishment, I realized that for some weird reason I have been thinking I am 28 and yet, I'm not 28 until November!
If any of my readers come to a different conclusion...let me know...I'm still a bit delirious and will post a more not-worthy blog on a day when my brain is less tired and more free and clear!
Question...Is this the pre-signs of Alzheimer's????