What Alzheimer's?

Curiously, the older I grow, the quicker time seems to pass. I suppose I should be grateful that my memory is intact, but, every so often, some event that is still fresh in my mind celebrates some several-year-old anniversary. Around here, for instance, we irrigate every twelve days, but it seems to happen every week. The HOSTAGES have been incarcerated for over four months, but Abe Vigoda is still alive. . . wait, that's a non sequitur.