I can't remember it. It's in addition to packing and taking lunch instead of buying the over-priced-over-greasy-over-daily-caloric-intake quick lunch. Which is also in addition to remembering to sign Georgia's homework assignment book before we leave for the morning. And that's on top of remembering to remind her to take the envelope with the signed class trip permission slip inside. Oh, and the bottle of water. I've slacked off in drinking water lately, so I definitely have to remember that. But I can't remember The Other Thing. The Other Thing that doesn't have to be at my fingertips, but it'd be nice if it were at least in reaching distance of my mind's eye. Can you remember it? You know, that Other Thing. Or maybe it was a feeling...or a time. Like the time when you broke out into a run, and I mean a full-fledged-out-and-out Run . Not because you were pushing yourself. Not because you were proving something to anyone. But you ran because...
Finding out everyday that sometimes, late is right on time.