Empty Up Top

I'm afraid it has happened and isn't going to change. Yesterday, I went to the grocery store for the basics: 1% milk, lactose free milk, bread...you get the idea. But, there was one item on my list that I couldn't forget: celery. I HAD to get celery. It was the one item we needed for dinner, and the main reason that I got in my car. But with my car full of bags of groceries and about a block from home it hit me: I've forgotten the celery. So, either I am missing a celery-size piece from my brain or else I'm loosing my short term memory. Can I blame "mommy brain" -- I don't think so. I think that each moment my mind is slowly turning to cream of wheat, no matter what I read, or what I do. I walk into a room and think to myself, you needed something in here, what was it? It then takes another ten minutes before I remember. I am sadly running on about half a cylinder...the attic is dusty and there is definitely no light on. And as I write, the only image I can think of is that empty headed scarecrow (he was a friendly bloke, though). And I keep singing this: "I've got no brain to hold me down" ...a song NOT from Wizard of Oz. In fact, it is from Pinocchio. And he is singing about freedom, "I've got no STRINGS to hold me down." Brain, String, Whatever. Something is up there, but at times I simply wonder what is to become of me. Perhaps just seven and eight grocery trips in one outing...