Poor Idiot

Next time you meet a woman who is distressed by her absentmindedness, tell her the story of this young mom you know--we won't name names; and how one day she found a perfectly good (cooked and well-seasoned) chicken breast that had been left in the sink overnight to soak with the dishes; and then, when, immersed in guilt, she laid it to rest in the garbage can, she found two nice kitchen towels and a cloth napkin she'd left in there (she remembers, now) only moments ago; and how as she was mentally composing this blog post she was awakened from her reverie by the fumes from the burning olive oil she had put on the stove in order to cook up more chicken breast. That'll comfort her. Yes, it will.