We aren't moving like we used to. Recently, while walking from an event to our car (which was about a mile away), out of breath Mr. Man asked me, "Did you see that old lady walk past me and asked if I was okay?"
It seems like we're having more conversations like this:
Me: "I'm trying to remember... You know who I'm talking about."
Mr. Man: "No, I don't. Who?"
Me: "You know. That guy. The one you know."
Mr. Man: "I don't know who you're talking about."
Me: "Why isn't there any milk in here? Did you forget the milk?"
Mr. Man: "You didn't tell me to get milk."
Me: "Joe! That's his name. Joe."
The heating pad is plugged up next to the bed. It's there permanently, I'm pretty sure.
I need more time in the bathroom.