I think we’ve established that I have a terrible memory. I forget things almost instantaneously after thinking of them. (I’m like a goldfish that way.) It’s really only a problem when I’ve promised to remember something for someone else, because then my shortcomings are inconveniencing others.
Long ago when Lloyd and I used to have a landline, I would call home and leave a message if I had something important to remember. That was so helpful: “Hey! I’ve got a message! Hey! It’s me! Hey! I don’t remember leaving that message.”
Things are bad now. No landline means no reminder. I try writing things down on the piece of cardstock I keep in my back pocket, but at the end of the workday when I’m finishing those things up, I often set the paper down and leave it at work.
I think I may have found a good old-fashioned solution.