Tom was away over the weekend - to curl in a bonspiel up in Canada. Before he left, he reminded me, "Don't forget about the wine sale on Saturday." (Because Tom manages our beverage inventory - and would usually hit the sale himself.)
I had every intention of stocking up at the wine sale. But I got busy with other things. And, well. I missed the wine sale. It just slipped my mind.
It wasn't until yesterday that I realized . . .
the wine sale wasn't the only thing that had slipped my mind!
Saturday - February 4 - was also the 8th anniversary of my final chemo treatment. A Big Day. A Red Letter Day. A Day I usually set aside for some serious reflection and celebration.
But it slipped my mind, too. Completely. I never even gave it a thought.
I think that's really significant.