On being forgetful

This morning I had a great idea for something to write on my blog, but I didn't have time to get online and create it.  I was sure I wouldn't forget later.  So now, it's later, and I have no idea what the topic was that inspired me this morning.  Unfortunately, it's not the first time this has happened.
My mind is no longer the steel trap that it was in my youth.  I go to the refrigerator and forget what I intended to get out.  I walk up the stairs and can't remember what I intended to do.  I start dusting and get distracted, and then don't remember where I left the dust cloth.  I intend to call someone on Monday and finally think of it Wednesday or Thursday.
Strangely, I can still quote things I learned as a child and teen.  I remember silly songs, Bible verses, and the beginning of Caesar's Commentary on the Gallic Wars.  As my father aged, he reached a point where he almost lived in World War II and told and retold stories constantly.  I suppose someday I will talk endlessly about the wild and crazy stuff that happened in nursing school and college.
I survive at work by making lists....I have a list of what needs to be accomplished in the month, another for the week, another for the day.  I'm planning to retire before I have to make hourly lists.