I am ok with a slow increase in forgetfulness. So, nu, I'm lucky to live long enough to forget some stuff.
One does stand out: For 60 years I could put down a book and pick it up a week later and go right to the place I left off. Now I'm clueless. I've joined the legions who turn the corner of the page to find where they left off. I don't even trust a bookmark not to fall out. Signposts of aging. That's ok.
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