Memory

I have come to the conclusion that there is simply a finite amount of memory capacity in the human brain and that mine reached its limit a while back.

Any new, important information to be stored, by necessity, requires the elimination of an equal amount of now less important information.

This has been complicated by the fact that I have lived in three different homes in the past 4 years and while things should settle down now that I'll be staying put for the foreseeable future, there will be a period of adjustment.

Therefore, in order for me to remember that my socks are in the top right hand drawer of the dresser, the Weather Channel is now at 23, and the adjustable wrench is hanging in the upper left corner of the tool board in the basement, I can no longer be counted on to remember your name.

I'll probably remember your face and give you a vague "Hi there!" greeting. If so, count yourself as one of the fortunate few.