Is none existent!
At least that’s the way it feels sometimes. As I wrote in my memoir about how adulthood snuck up on me, that’s how dates still seem to come along for me, they sneak up on me unbeknownst, like an alley cat on a mouse. But, the difference for me, compared to the mouse, is that when those dates come along, no matter how special they are, or should be, my mind takes them in as a matter of fact and moves on. Sometimes those dates pass me by without notice only for me to remember too late, which just makes me rage with dissatisfaction for myself. Of course, I am not sure if I do that with dentist appointments subconsciously on purpose or not (hrmm?). That probably deserves more consideration, but not right now, as I just don’t have the time for that.
