Senility is rapidly approaching. Today I stood up with my coffee mug in my hand. Then I was wondering why. Did I want more coffee? Did I want to wash my mug? Did I want to let Winston outside? (who still won't use the dog door) Did I need to use the restroom?
Why was I standing up? I eventually did all of the above and more, but I'm still mystified as to why I found myself standing in the middle of the family room.