Your mailbox is full

The other day at work, I decided to check my personal email. And I had ten items waiting for me.... all FROM me. Remind the older son to pick up his sports pictures from the high school office... don't forget to pick up vitamins at the store... an idea for the morning show... and a few other things I needed to remember. Either I'm getting old and forgetful, or I just send myself emails to make myself feel popular.

Since I'm already incredibly well-liked, I'm going to have to assume it's the former. Then I began to wonder why someone who can remember the name of Hitler's dog (Blondie) and all of the state capitols, cannot remember the day-to-day details of her own life. I also send myself voicemails, email myself at my work address and fill my work bag with post-it notes.

I've always been absent-minded. I wrote it off to my considerable intellect, and got used to setting the alarm clock ten minutes earlier so I would have time to look for my car keys each morning. But it has gotten so much worse lately. So, now the question comes down to, am I just getting older or is the mailbox in my life and my head so perpetually full that, like Outlook, it simply stops accepting new messages?
Probably both.

On the drive home from work today, I thought of a very clever line to finish this post with. But since I can't email myself or write a note while driving, and I've lost my cell phone that has a voice recorder on it, I got nothing.