Selective Memory...

After a long, long week, I was pleased as punch to attend my bellydance class as usual Friday night. When we started practicing our routine, our instructor, Claire, furrowed her brow for a moment, trying to remember a newish move. She looked to me and declared "Tiffany will remember! She's the official choreographer-keeper. There's one in every class. *beam*" In fact, I *did* remember, which I sheepishly admitted. I can forget my lunch, to write several important outgoing emails, and to bring other essential items to work, but somehow I retain bellydance choreography from week-to-week. Baffling, but fascinating.