About 30 minutes into my drive I have an epiphany: I screwed up. What could have been a short cut has been extended, due to the hugest of brain farts. I don't get to the gym until 6:40!
Such is the life of someone who has had her brain fried--deep fried to a crackly crunch.
Although to be fair to myself, I had a similar episode before I knew about my tumor. I got lost trying to get somewhere, and my first impulse was to call my husband and scream "Where am I!"
I don't know where I am, but I know what I am--a lost little girl.