I’ve had this awful feeling all day. Last week I told someone that I was busy tonight, and now the day has arrived and for the life of me I can’t remember what I thought I was busy with. Was I meeting someone? Going somewhere?maybe trying some new activity, like swing dancing? Perhaps there was some influential person I’d been trying to meet with for months, and I finally got a meeting and remembered it only long enough to tell someone else I had plans, but not enough to put it on my calendar. Or maybe it was laundry night.