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Hmmm....

You know when you've met someone a few times but when you see them again, you can't remember their name for a second? What does it mean when you can't remember the name of your daughter's bus driver that you have been calling by his first name every day all year? I am documenting this because it could be the first clue to my dementia. You will be able to pinpoint this date, the day I forgot the name of Ellyn's bus driver for an entire afternoon. Really. I can't wait for Jane to get home to clue me in, until then, complete frustration.

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