Last night I attended the same class as last Wednesday night. Its the same place I walk into at least once a week for the past year and half. The organization announced last week that it would be having classes a little ways down the same street, in another building, just this one time. On Monday, I received a letter in the mail that this class would be held down the street, just this one time. Honestly, I was running late due to a spontaneous dinner invitation, I ran into a couple racing to get to the door as I was. We walked up the steps to the front door where we usually enter the building. There stood this huge easel & board. It was painted with the class titles and the arrows instructing us in the direction to the class farthur down the street. It was like a hit on the head - oh yeh, the letter! Why is it being rushed triggers memory loss? Am I a creature of habit? You bet.