That's It, I'm Now Officially OLD!

And that's seven days short of my 44th birthday.

I picked up a book at the library, T-Rex Canyon, that I recalled seeing before. In fact, I thought, as read the summary, I must have checked it out and returned it before reading it because the summary didn't ring any bells. So I check it out.

I have read it before. Holding it in my hands I clearly recall turning the pages in my office at SunTrust during lunch breaks. I just don't remember it. At. All.

Once I read it, I vaguely remember it but couldn't tell you what was going to happen if a gun was at my head (no need to test that, Joe).

No, this is not whining or grumbling, it's simple fact (okay, maybe a little whining). There was a time I could memorize a Shakespeare monologue in two readings, complete scripts in three or four readings. I've memorize 6 books of the Bible (James, Galatians, Ephesians, Colossians, Philippians, and all three of John's letters (which count as one since they're all short)). I admit I couldn't recite them anymore, but the point is I once had a phenomenal memory.

Now Mike claims he told me they were going on a cruise but I had no idea where they were. Erik describes a conversation we'd had and I don't recall it. And now I'm forgetting story lines (which involves a T-Rex with feathers and I couldn't even remember that freakish detail).

Chances are I'll forget I wrote this...