Wait...why did I walk into this room?
I entered the kitchen this morning with a purpose. My stride was sure and posture was good. It was deliberate. There was intent. But, for the life of me, I couldn't recall why I was there. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, I spun in a slow circle, desperately hoping that something my eye fell upon would rekindle my suddenly failing memory. Five minutes later...I've got nothing. Did I need more coffee? No. Well, yes. I mean another cup is always a good decision. And yet,