So I was about to write about a little snafu caused by Ralph’s memory lapse the other day but then I had my own cognitive issue.

We received a less than friendly email from a neighbor who has been complaining about various issues. In the past when he has made requests we have always complied. This time he was mad because a dumpster on our rental property was not emptied on New Years Day. The email was sent to our business email address and to Michael, the guy who manages the property since we “retired”. In the past we have always bent over backwards to make him happy—hiring people to police the grounds, adding an extra dumpster pick-up day, acquiescing to his zoning requests to put in a swimming pool and build a wall. This time I was admittedly annoyed at the snotty tone of his letter and emailed Michael that I now wished we hadn’t offered so much in the past. Unfortunately I was emailing from my phone, was slightly distracted, and hit “reply all” by mistake.

The neighbor was not amused.

And I can’t blame my screw up on cognitive impairment. Wait, maybe I can.

As followers may have noticed I haven’t written here for a few weeks. Since Ralph was  functioning more or less as usual, I took a short hiatus, taking care of the essentials but not thinking quite so much about our situation–a small case of burnout.  And I am not alone.  Supposedly caregivers of Alzheimer’s spouses have a higher rate of anxiety that could impair cognition. http://www.alz.org/care/alzheimers-dementia-caregiver-stress-burnout.asp

The hiatus is over and I am feeling calmer about my life, but don’t tell anyone. MCI and Early Alzheimer’s have given Ralph his built-in excuse for life’s big and little screw ups . I need my own.