Miscellaneous thoughts about miscellaneous matters
After somewhat unproductive and unpleasant day, my mood was lifted a bit by an exchange the owner of a convenience store and his son, who usually runs it. It started when the older man asked me how I was, and in my normal fashion, I replied, "I don’t know, either." "Oh, I have that problem, too. Sometimes I can't remember my name, who I am, anything." "Oh no, I can remember just fine, I just don't know." (Actually, I hate those absurd ...