. . . Duh?

I’m having a “duh” day—in fact, it seems I’m experiencing a “duh” week.  I’ve misplaced my keys, papers, lists, tops . . . and mind. 

Is brrrrr-brisk, chilling weather freezing the ol’ gray matter?  Is the daily devastating/senseless news prompting me to retreat emotionally and mentally?  Maybe it’s sugar overload (yeah, seven mini cupcakes was a bit much)?

At 90, my mother appears to have it more together than me; she can recall things from yesteryear with no effort.  She’s even reminded me to place an item a certain way because she recalls that I don’t like it positioned the other way.

Maybe the worry about becoming a scatterbrain is enhancing the absentmindedness.  I should simply let go and laugh at the present chaos. 

So what if I’m experiencing a few senior moments (and, yes, I can call them that now)?  These last few days have been trying; the next few will be calming.  What goes up, comes down; what comes down, goes . . . uh, duh. 

See you next week (hopefully).   <CSL>