This is Friday. On Friday the house cleaning crew come.
I'm out in the shop making coasters. I figured out what strips of wood I want for the next two additions and where I want them.
I will be age 90 next month and my short term memory is not going to win any blue ribbons.
A couple times in this build I have figured out what I want to do next, only to return to do it after the glue set---and could not remember which board went where.
I had a brilliant idea. I came in the house to get the Canon (camera that is) and Carlos (the son of the family that runs the cleaning service) asked me what I was going to do. I explained that I had laid out the sticks of wood in the approximate position that I want to put them. Since I had done this a couple times before and could not remember where the sticks went I was going to take a picture.
"Oh," Carlos said, "You have a photographic memory!"
Have a laugh on me, courtesy of Carlos.