Today, I am so grateful for my "relatively-speaking" clear mind. My ability to think things through rationally, and to puzzle things out. For the ability to read and understand, to learn, and to remember. During the darkest days of my chronic fatigue 10 years ago, I had those awful days where I didn't know anyone or anything. I'll never forget the terror. I see my grandparents struggle with their terrible short-term memory loss, and see how easy it is to lose patience with the situation. My heart aches for them and for my father who is coping with them. I am so grateful for my mind.