We are hunting today for the bag of Thomas’s English Muffins of which he had one for breakfast a couple hours ago. We’ve looked everywhere and he is sure I’ve done something with it. If I did I don’t remember. Our memories are progressing at the speed of light, downhill. It’s been an hour and they still have not turned up. Can’t wait to find them so one of us is off the hook for the dementia adjective. These are the games of this retired couple, that keep us moving, thinking and in constant love with each other.

8pm still no English muffins.

No muffins have shown up.

Yes, the muffins appeared today, on Easter.  Hubby said they were in the fridge, said he looked there,  must not have been wearing his glasses for 3 days.  So, our minds are intact but his glasses must be missing.  This is retirement with my retired guy, daily.