Early Onset Alzheimers. Seriously.

Today I sat in the Philadelphia airport for several hours waiting for the rain and fog to lift just long enough for my flight to escape back to Chicago. Lucky for me, my sister has an Admiral's Club membership, where one may enjoy free coffee, water, Dee-Luxe Pretzel Mix, and several of the most popular newspapers in the US. One may, and we did.

In just about three hours, I read the Wall Street Journal, The New York Times, USA Today - and what a treat! These were all print editions - I'm so used to getting my news electronically, that I forgot how much fun it can be to have newsprint on your fingers. Anyhow, so I read all these newspapers, right? And all the while I'm nodding or arguing or reading parts of stories out loud to my sister. So that we're clear, this was active reading. Real reading. I understood the words and their implications had meaning to me.

But here we are, some 8-hours later, and I'd be hard-pressed to tell you what I read about this morning. I can tell you about the contents of my first grade reader, the plot to every episode of M*A*S*H, and what I was wearing on my first day of second grade.

But today's news that I spent three hours reading? Nothing doing.