A momnesia-inflicted brain is a funny thing, and my friend Krista is a walking example.
We will be at the park talking about something. A normal conversation, nothing big. But every five minutes (almost exactly) she will gasp and shout in a panic:
Then five minutes later:
Then five minutes later:
It's that momnesia alarm clock. It kicks in when you are out in public, after your brain has been on autopilot for a few minutes. Then you snap out of it and think, "Where's the baby!?" Invariably, she is right there. In your arms. But still - momentary panic.
I reminded Krista of her "Where's Téa" outbursts and she laughed. She admitted that they are frequent -- and not slowing down.
A pause. Then I said, "You know, I think I'm going to write about that on the blog."
Krista, walking example of momnesia, replied: "Write about what?"


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