Dory is my new hero but I can't remember why

Quick, before I forget...

My brain is slowly disintegrating, especially my memory. A good friend calls it CRS or "Can't Remember Shit." If you are with me on this, no need to explain the details. If you aren't there yet, really you don't want to know... but it's coming your way, some day -- one of the many gifts of aging.

But something special happened today. I was having a typical CRS moment at a staff meeting, stumbling through trying to remember the name of a staff member (not in attendance thankfully -- that happens, too), and his department, both which I should know well.

Then suddenly, in mid brain scramble, like an angel of mercy, Dory popped into my head and smiled sympathetically at me. (Dory, in case you've forgotten, is the plucky memory-disabled fish played by Ellen Degeneres in Finding Nemo).

So I stopped trying to remember anything, laughed and told the group, "Forgive me, my memory is shot. I'm just like Dora!" While, almost. I forget, but maybe. Wait! Now I remember! Dora is that little short kid I've written about in this blog before. Dory is my new hero for mid-life.

I think.