Yesterday I was quite taken aback and even dismayed when I checked the messages on our phone.
There was one from my mother to tell me that the hospital had called to give her a date for the surgery she's been waiting sixteen months for, so they might not be able to come for Christmas after all.
I thought to myself, "MOM! We just talked about all of this! How can you have forgotten?!"
I checked when the message had been left. It gave the time and date, and I glanced at the calendar above the phone... two days ago, on the morning of the day we spoke.
As this was processing, I remembered that, indeed, her first words when I answered the phone to talk to her had been, "Did you get my message?"
Not my mother who's losing her mind...