Sometimes, I make fun of my husband, saying that he has Alzheimer’s because he can be so forgetful. Obviously, he doesn’t, although I wonder if I’d notice the transition if it ever came about. It used to baffle me, because he’s so brilliant in some ways, and so oblivious in others. He’ll spend five minutes looking for his keys while he’s holding them in his hand. He does a lot of mechanical work, and he’ll put down a screwdriver, and then forget where he put it and go around searching for it, when nine times out of ten, it’s lying right in front of him. He’s so intelligent, and yet often overlooks what is lying right in front of his face.