"Why am I so fuzzy all the time?" I ask my doctor. "Probably the cough medicine," she says. "But I haven't had any today." (Too fuzzy to remember to take it before leaving.) "It's cumulative," she says.
Must be. Because by day's end, I've misplaced my weekly pass somewhere. Last month's metropass survived a month in my breast pocket but this one didn't make it two days.
However I looked at my weather app for the rest of the week, figured that at minimum use a new pass would cost only $5 more than buying tickets, and bought the pass. Those things are addictive.
(Also had lunch with an old colleague unseen for thirty years, found via Facebook. Who needs class reunions when there's Facebook?)