I used to carry a calendar with me everywhere. The year we won’t name made that a useless tool. Appointments were canceled and fun events were skipped.
This year I am keeping an old fashioned daily diary. Not a journal where you recorded feelings and woes. More like a captain’s log. Today is _____ and this is what happened.
My hope is that it will ward off my phobia of getting Alzheimer’s and that future generations of family might want to see what life was like for me. One can hope.