So I just logged in for the first time since my last trip to write a little photo post about my longtime love affair with Guatemala to supplement a Facebook travel photo challenge I’ve been enjoying this week and I saw this draft post title and had a minor freak out. “Did someone log into my blog to write about COVID?” or, even worse “Did I start writing something about COVID and now have absolutely no memory of it?” Great, now I need to find a brain doctor.
And then it came back to me. It looks like I started a post in Porto Covo back in January, most likely to share more photos of the stunning fisherman’s trail. There was a recurring warning sign on pretty much every cliff that shouted “UNSTABLE CLIFFS” with fine print that said Keep a Safe Distance. I laughed out loud every time I saw it and asked myself “what the hell is a safe distance?” often out loud, to no one but the wild wild waves. Clearly, I never started actually writing the blog post. I do this a lot.
Holy shit, that really was scary. I honestly thought something was wrong with my brain, like the time I thought I had Goldfield’s Syndrome, you know if Goldfield’s Syndrome was a real thing. A few months ago I thought a Thursday was a Wednesday in a very concerning way, but ended up just writing that off as pandemic stress or that I was having my very first, very real senior moment. I joke about having them, but other than forgetting to call or text someone back or leaving my clothes in the laundromat dryer overnight or basic run-of-the-mill pandemic confusion, my memory is still mostly okay. My stomach still hurts a little.
