I woke up. Brushed and flossed my teeth. It’s now Three AM. I could not find my glasses. Spent about ten minutes, retracing my steps , looking for the “specs“. My wife, in her half awake dormancy, became aware of this trivial dilemma. It can be interpreted as more evidence of creeping dementia, one of her new concerns about me.

Oh well. I was going to read , but was distracted by a TV program on EWTN, the global Catholic network.I could watch this show, about watching TV, ironically , but resolved to stick to my mission of reading and writing.

An earlier wife that I used to be married to,worried about my Attention Deficit Disorder. That was, come to think of it, a wife, from a marriage that was annulled, and she is now deceased. Muerte. (More dramatic, I must admit),

So I am growing, evolving, from Attention Deficit Disorder, to early onset dementia. New wife, new speculative diagnosis, from another, non-professional spouse.

“Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.” – John Mellencamp.