Yesterday's post was about slowing down and savoring each moment. Ha. I'm such a big talker. It's so easy to live in the moment, when it's still early in the morning, my kids are off to school and it's just me, my cup of coffee, my computer, the dog, six loads of waiting laundry and an overflowing in-basket on my desk. At that point in the day, I'm thinkin' the day is managable. Three o-clock rolls around, and let the games begin. By 2:00, I had put in a good day's work and been to an appointment with the dermatologist, who froze another little spot on my nose. Boo Hoo. It's bad enough to be wrinkly and collecting age spots faster than my husband is collecting state quarters. But, now I have this scabby, ugly mark on my nose for the next 7 days. Before grabbing my daughter at my aunt's house, where she went after school, because I was at my appointment, and the boys don't get home until later, and besides she can't walk home because it's a mile and somebody might steal her on the way -- I decided to swing through the Starbuck's drive-through for some fortitude for the next few hours where I will be dropping kids, running to the grocery store and picking up kids and wading through homework. Drive up to the big menu with the speaker. This is where I remember why I don't like the drive-through at Starbuck's. My latte experience is already beginning to feel like McDonald's, and I'm supposed to be relaxing and enjoying this. Order an iced mocha. Pull up to the window and pay. Nicely thank the young guy and promptly drive away. It isn't until I'm across the mega shopping center parking lot that I realize -- I don't have my drink. Turn around, drive over six speed bumps, and drive up to the big menu with the speaker. May I help you? Yes, I'm back to get my iced mocha. We wondered where you went. I'm not embarrassed. I'm going to be 50 in April and I'm beyond being embarrassed about most things. And that feels good. It feels good to, finally, have an excuse for being scatter-brained and forgetful. I'm going to be 50 and I'm in a menopausal fog. So, today, that's what I'm giving thanks for.