Well, I’m finally old enough to lie about my age, so I’ve been coming to terms with little gaps in my memory, of the “where did I put my keys?” variety.
And I’ve always had a touch of hypochondria, so I’ve been entertaining dark thoughts of Alzheimer’s, diabetes side effects – “Why, yes, Paranoia, I’ll be happy to pour you a fourth martini. And your little Black Dog, too.”
But I think it’s something much more benign. While I was washing dishes, I was deep in meditation on inchoate thoughts about the connections between blame, responsibility, purification, sin, moral failures … and what the Bible word translated “sin” used to mean, back in the day, and why sacrifices actually worked to …
You see where I’m going with this? I can’t remember why I left the living room and went into the bedroom, because I’m trying to figure out how spiritual purification baths work.
I really am thinking hard about this subject, too; watch this space.