Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better, even though I might have it!! 
Recently, I was tentatively diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests itself:
I decide to water my garden.  A  I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier. Read the rest of this entry »