I started this post last week, realized I was a week ahead of myself, tabled it and then forgot to set it up to share. This sort of absentmindedness is nothing new in my life. Ever since my kids were little, I'd tell them to take note of my scattered brain and never assume it's age and put me in a home once all my hair goes gray. Loading my plate high to the point of forgetting what all I'm carrying is kinda how I roll. I never realize I have over-extended myself until I start to forget things. Then I pull back, clean my plate, promise I'm going to be more judicious in what I choose to take on, and never do. 

I do the same at buffets. 

Also, I have that constantly active/distracted writer brain that is always plotting and planning, so I'm operating in a constant state of distraction. Plus their is that writer weirdness to be reckoned with...