So exhausted from losing my mind...where did I put it?

I need to print a shipping label so I get up from my desk and put label stock in the printer. Back to my computer and I fill out the USPS label form. I get involved with other things on my computer. And then remember I have to pack up the item for shipping.

I take several sheets out of the printer, box up the item and look for the printed label. It is printed on regular paper....because I apparently printed something else before I printed the label, and that webpage printout is now on label stock.

How could this happen? I specifically remember thinking, "I'll put the label stock in and print out the label before I do anything else." And in the time it takes to turn around and sit down at my desk I forget about the label?

I have a COD package coming. Write the check for it and put it by the door so "I won't forget". And then I walk out of the house and go meet a friend for lunch. When I get back there is a note on the door from FedEx about the attempted delivery.

I'm getting dressed and as I am putting on my socks—why this triggers the memory I have not idea—I remember that I had agreed to do something for a friend. That is all I remember—do something. I rack my brain and come up with she was supposed to email me something. Something! Don't know what we talked about or what she emailing. But feel I have let her down. What had I promised to do?

I make lists. And then promptly lose them. Or they get buried under other pieces of paper. Under other lists. It is like finding a treasure map when I unearth them. Ahh, this is what I was supposed to do!

Someone placed an order on Sunday and wanted to know when he would receive it. I told him by the end of the week. He offered to pay extra for express shipping. I promised I'd call when the item was in and then we could discuss shipping options. I mailed the package on Thursday, with no memory of our conversation. Until now.

A friend just called. After I hung up I got thinking about what I could work on and wandered back into my office. Sat down at my desk and imagine my surprise to find this post...waiting for me unfinished!

Grief is a brain altering event. A buddy said it is just like a concussion. She should know she had one.