The hurrier I go, the behinder I get. I am getting so darned forgetful lately that I end up laughing at myself.

I was in a long conversation with my eldest son, Davy, as he drove home from his job in northwest Arkansas. We chatted about this and that and suddenly I couldn’t remember where I’d laid down my cell-phone. I walked all around the house, looking on end tables, the coffee table, the dining room table, the island in the kitchen…..the list goes on. I even looked in the laundry room, since I had been in there putting laundered towels into the dryer earlier.


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