Memento
This morning, I woke up with a letter T written in blue biro on the back of my hand. There would be no mystery at all (as I regularly use my hand as a diary of urgencies) if it wasn't because, for the first time ever, I can't remember what this T means.
I tried to analyze the context of the scribble: last night, I went to bed at 11pm and woke up at midnight with a pressing thought. I then wrote the T and went back to sleep. Usually, when I write something in the middle of the night, it's either because I need to remember to get it in the morning, or I need to remember to buy it during the day. None the wiser.
While I was getting dressed after a shower of intense thinking, I decided to open the dictionary, looking for prompts. Tuberculosis, tactfulness, tent, tailor, trap... Nothing. No trace of what the code message may mean.
The thing is, I know the message is important, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up in the middle of the night and slept so well after writing the T, thinking everything was under control. Oh, no. I am not asking for help. This is a desperate situation evidencing how the brain falters when one gets old. I was just hoping that, by narrating it, I would find something out. I'm in the dark still.
I tried to analyze the context of the scribble: last night, I went to bed at 11pm and woke up at midnight with a pressing thought. I then wrote the T and went back to sleep. Usually, when I write something in the middle of the night, it's either because I need to remember to get it in the morning, or I need to remember to buy it during the day. None the wiser.
While I was getting dressed after a shower of intense thinking, I decided to open the dictionary, looking for prompts. Tuberculosis, tactfulness, tent, tailor, trap... Nothing. No trace of what the code message may mean.
The thing is, I know the message is important, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up in the middle of the night and slept so well after writing the T, thinking everything was under control. Oh, no. I am not asking for help. This is a desperate situation evidencing how the brain falters when one gets old. I was just hoping that, by narrating it, I would find something out. I'm in the dark still.