"She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that."

— Lisa Genova (Still Alice)

It's worrying me like Alice. My memory is starting to. Okay. Had actually failed on me many times it's scarying me. Early Alzheimer disease which I highly think so. That's when I aged...say 50?
In need of Starbucks hot chocolate right now. Preferably venti. Then I shall bed.