Losing my mind

I lost my mind recently.

I didn’t remember Francis’ name. I said, “Francis” and later queried, “that’s your name isn’t it?” I admitted that my mind was too full of stuff when he confronted, “you always call me by Francis and you weren’t sure? What’s on your mind…”

I forgot where I was about to go. I went out to the lobby where the lifts were and then headed back in realizing that I wasn’t going to another floor. Once inside, I glanced through the door and realized that I was really thinking of going to, but couldn’t quite come up with the floor I was thinking of.

I got bit by ants again. An army of ants swarmed my towel and I didn’t notice them prior to wiping my hair. Below my left armpit, back of the neck, left shoulder, and all. Hundreds of ‘em! Brrr… the sting!

That’s good. Maybe I’ll get the proactive and hardworking dose.