I do now call to mind my sins and ask your forgiveness in my omission. Did you know I am currently living with a couple miles of Abraham's birthplace? You can see the Ziggurat Ur from this base. I believe that is the temple associated with the moon goddess in the town of Ur. The people around here say it is one of the oldest buildings in the world. Also I know that near here is an arch which is the oldest in the world. For such a desolate and dead place there is certainly a lot of history here. Also, yes, there is still a town here called Ur, and they believe the remains of Abraham's house still exist although it is only a foundation. I can't believe it took me this long to blog that.

In other matters... I would say in lighter matters, but having a disability is no laughing matter. Anyway, it is finally official that my poor memory is in fact a disability. Last night I walked over to the area where our new medic is staying in order to straighten some matter up. As I went about the task of making the corrections I was there to make, it came to my attention that I was instructing the wrong person. It wouldn't be so embaressing if not for the fact that I knew both individuals involved. I'm really starting to wonder if I actually have a physiological pathology because it is commonplace for me to forget names and words while I am speaking. I actually find I am much more comfortable with writing. Forgetting names is one thing, but speaking to a friend about another friend and forgetting both above mentioned friends names in mid sentence as well as the adjective you were trying to use can be very disconcerting. I am truly ignorant as to whether this condition exists among any of my reading audience? Truly among any of my acquaintences at all. I read that it can be a symptom of an underactive thyroid, but isn't that also associated with weight gain? On a final note: my wife was not sympathetic at all to my plight. Once I told her about my embaressment she flew into gales of laughter that forced her to pull off the road lest she lose control of the vehicle. It was some time before she was capable of coherent speech. When she said she was intending to tell her family about it (by which I am sure everyone she knows is implied) I told her I wasn't worried, that she would try, probably several times, but I could rest confident that the few short words people were able to understand between the renewed merriment would not be sufficient to pick up the gist of the story, much less the subject. All this to say that if Bonnie calls you and is rendered catatonic by her mirth after only about 2 or 3 words you won't have the anxiety of trying to figure out what she's talking about.

Good day.