November 27, 2012
Ideas come, what to write, what to knit, what to do on the weekend, but it seems they are coming while she’s driving. And can’t write them down. It also seems her memory is becoming faulty, as most of the time she cannot remember these thoughts when she gets to the office. It is like a dream – you know you had a weird dream when you first get up in the morning, but you cannot remember any of the particulars; in fact, the more you try to remember them, the faster the details vanish into the ether. It is maddening.