I may suffer what others have suffered by developing dementia. Should I become a stranger to myself, at least I can read about who I was and the loved ones that were in my circle. That's why I will often include the names of the players as I write what is essentially an autobiography. But today, I really don't have much time to devote to it.

My first thoughts were rather mundane. For a change, I was up before Wade (note to myself, should dementia set in), my husband, and decided to get a jump on the day- took the trash receptacle to the street, a chore he often does. It's almost 8am and he finally stirred when our youngest son called. Wade and I are blessed in this day, for all our living grown children call us every day now. It wasn't always so.

 Well, I'm enjoying my fresh ground coffee in the moment. I wish I could stay and write more, but for now, I must go.