Night Owl Cards

I've been immersed in one of those all-consuming work periods, day after day of tasks and deadlines, during which you dream about what you're going to do when you finally get that day off. In younger days, I'd be plotting an outing, maybe a road trip or concert. But with family commitments and advancing age, those daydreams have become much simpler. I just want to get some errands run. I had it all plotted out for today. I had lined up everything that I needed to do, long-overdue commitments and purchases and payments. And then a weird thing happens: you get out in the fresh air, after being sequestered in that work cave, and you can't remember what you were supposed to be doing. I sat in the parking lot for several minutes, racking my brain on what those things were that I wanted to do. Even when I reached the card aisle, I stood and stared kind of lost. I knew that I had a plan. I had repeated it to myself in my head during one of those "if only I had ...