Yes, I am of the age now that I will walk into a room and on finding something I’d forgotten will have forgotten why I came into the room in the first place.
I blame stress, a lack of sleep, the humidity (or a lack of it), cats, and those little imps that go about the house moving things when I’m at work.
The birth of an idea It started as a subtle spark - one single neuron fired another and through a cascading effect the idea took form and meaning. Connections between dormant points joined the activation It was impossible to predict if or when this would ever happen - the generation of a completely new idea. But it did happen, as hot water washed over my face - cleansing me of the misdemeanours of the night before. And I held the idea in my frontal lobe, firmly, as I walked through other morning rituals, Losing it only in the finding of my shoes.