It's official. It's real. My brain has turned to mush.
I forgot to put salt in three separate things while cooking Christmas dinner. (Is the baby anti-salt? I don't think that's okay with me.)
I misread "hospital" as "museum," and consequently thought there was a London Chest Museum in Bethnal Green. (But wouldn't it be great if there were?)
I cannot count the number of times I have gone somewhere to do something specific and then forgotten what I went there to do in the first place.
I can't count this mostly because I can probably no longer count.
On the plus side, there's supposed to be a thaw today and tomorrow. Maybe a good run will clear my brain.
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