Now what was it I had to get? Ok let's pretend it's December 25th, about 8 in the morning, thereby too late to get anything more, and so an obvious time for the brain to release the secrets of what I had pasted on my mental to-get list.......(strain, sweat) nothing.....perhaps if I cruise the mean bargain strewn streets of this fair city, it will bash the door down on my brain...like some synaptic swat team, intent on getting the message across.

Well, I can hope can't I?