Braindeadedness

I'm almost afraid to put this out there because of what people might think. But I think I should, if only to have a formal record of when I began to lose my mind:

I've always been very forgetful, as a lot of people can attest. However, today I reached a new low. I was checking out my credit card statement online and noticed a weird charge dated earlier this month that I didn't for the life of me remember placing: Days Inn, $65.69. Had a minor freakout --not just because I've never stayed at a Days Inn, but also because I didn't recall traveling anywhere recently.

Considered calling my credit card company and asking for an explanation. Instead, I sat myself down and concentrated. Eventually, I noticed that this hotel charge was made on the same day that I charged my membership for the Leggers running group, and -- sleuth that I am! -- suddenly remembered that I had booked the Days Inn because I needed someplace to crash in Long Beach the night before next month's half-marathon.

The next sad development to this story is that I started looking in my Inbox to find a confirmation of this reservation, and couldn't find it. Mildly freaked out again because I didn't remember where this hotel was located, and thought that might be useful information to have. So I googled Days Inn and Long Beach and called the number to the hotel that came up.

Did they have a reservation under my name? Yes, of course. And as the man read my confirmation number to me, it suddenly occurred to me that I might have cut and pasted the details of this reservation into a note in Outlook, where I sometimes keep important little tidbits of info.

Guess what? I had.

This was a small event in the great scheme of things, but still unsettling. I suddenly had a feeling of being dropped into someone else's life and trying to piece together what she does and where she's supposed to be.

Maybe I should check into a place of rest, somewhere.