Oh, boy. I’m noticing signs of aging.

I wanted to see a Fringe show at 1pm. So, I figured that I had to leave by 12:30pm to get there on time.

And then a few minutes later, I shifted the time in my head.

Suddenly, I thought the show started at 12pm. So, I had to leave by 11:30am.

And I rushed around like a maniac.

Deb said, “I thought your show started later.”

“No,” I said indignantly. “I told you it started at 12.”

I didn’t. I told her 1pm and then switched it in my brain.

I only discovered my mistake when I showed up at the theatre. An hour earlier than I needed to be there.

Yep. I’m turning into a grumpy old man.