Notes to myself

It's early for me on a day off from work. I am asleep, and the phone rings. Peter is out at Liturgy. I decide to answer: it could be Important.

Not this time. I don't have my contacts in, and I can find a pen, but no paper. Only one piece of information is new in the message for my husband, so I write that down.

I didn't think this was strange until I looked at my thigh at the end of the day and see the word "dinner" written there.