I thought of sharing something with you this morning while sitting on the can, but by the time I finished I've already forgotten what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a short memory. It was not like that before. Sometime in college, I decided the brain was better used to think than to memorize things. Since then, my momory started to deteriorate. What's worse is that I've not found my brain to be able to think any better. To compensate for my poor memory, I've developed the habit of bringing a pen and a piece of paper with me all the time. Actually, I've put a pen and some papers next to the can, as I often read and do some thinking there. But I've forgotten to put it down this morning, and as sure as death and taxes, I've lost it! Well, it may come back later.