One Monday event I do recall is taking the wheelie bin out to the street. The wheelie bin has become the canary in my coal mind. As long as I remember to take it out, there is evidence that I still have a mind. Sooner or alter my mind will go the way of my schedule, but not today. The loss of my schedule has at least one up side, I've realized. The switch from standard time to daylight time was barely noticeable. Changing the clocks can't upset a schedule you don't actually have.
My donut supply is holding up well this month. Partly it's because I substituted Irish soda bread for my breakfast donut a couple of times, but also I think I've just forgotten to eat one a couple of times. Hey, that means there's an up side to losing my mind, too. Maybe I can make this dementia thing work for me after all. I wish there was a way I could make the drooling in my sleep work for me. I'm using way too many tissues just to keep my pillow from getting soggy.