Cards While Going Up And Down
Working on cards for artist’s directory. It’s hard to concentrate. My husband and I got some bad news today and we’ll have to find some way to work with a new situation. My short term memory seems to be on a fritz. Keep flitting over to Facebook to read about anything other than our problems. Humanity scrolls by. Death. Births. Work. Political corruption. Conservation efforts. Illness. Jokes.
Back to the cards. I need to design different layouts for different viewing devices. I ask myself, “What is half of fourteen-hundred?” In response, all I hear is a high-pitched ringing in my skull, as though my synapses tripped a fire alarm. I write down the arithmetic. It turns out the answer is seven-hundred but I’ve forgotten why I needed to know that.
I’m pretty sure I’m in shock. I’ll keep plodding through the reformatting because I know how they should look on different devices. Sitting here just listening to the ringing between my ears doesn’t seem healthy. If I have to use a calculator to do basic division, I will.
‘Flowers For Algernon’ keeps coming to mind, though I was never as smart as Charlie when he peaked. At the moment, I’m not even sure I’m as smart as Algernon.
March 26, 2019
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