Getting old

Within my circle of friends, we have been discussing the blessings of getting old. The one that seems to come up the most is memory. Things like walking out of a room to realize you have no idea what you were going to do. Last night we were having supper with our friends Molly and Jason, and I had said to Jason, "I will get -bla bla- up on my blog". Do I know what bla bla happens to be? Not the slightest idea, I'm afraid. Oh well. Now what was I doing?