This week has tickled my mind for a reason that I couldn’t place. It wasn’t until last night that I was looking at my watch and saw the the date. Upon seeing the 26th I thought, “Wait a minute the 27th that’s important for something.” I then got it. I turned and asked my husband, “You know what tomorrow is?” He looked as dumbfounded as I had felt moments before. I smiled and said, “The 27th is when I broke my leg.” It’s nice to know the memory fades.