Day 11: I just do what the phone says to do.

I have put my calendar, and my alarms, and my smart watch, and my timers, and my notes in charge of a lot things. Because if I leave my brain in charge, that bastard will cook the books and be on the next flight out of here. Can’t help it.

Instead, I put what needs remembering somewhere I can run into it—or, rather, somewhere it can chirp at me at the relevant time. Or somewhere I can pick it up again when my hands are finally free.

Time to stand, my watch tells me. And why not? It’s not such a bad life. I just do what the watch says.

More often it’s my past self who has left the instructions, whether it’s the appointments she’s booked me, or the messages to send next. I do what she tells me to do, too.

If I had to schlep around my life, holding it all in the present, I wouldn’t make it another inch.

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Writing prompt: Where all does your brain live? 

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