Oh no! I think I’m becoming senile. I’ve forgotten most of my passwords. Flisha always says that if life were a Notebook, she’d be Allie, developing dementia in her senile years. But it seems like I’m the one who’s becoming senile. I notice that I keep forgetting simple chores and to-do’s. If things go on like this, I think I might take up the fine art of note-taking. The first entry would be those wooden craft supplies that we were planning to get.