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I don't know what it is. I walked in ready to lecture a class this morning that I wasn't even scheduled to teach. (It was the team-class... it wasn't my turn yet) Then later today, I had this exchange take place inside my own head...

(hears music) "Hmm. I wonder where that music is coming from? Hey! I like this song!!'

"That's your own cell phone, Dave".

I'm just feeling mildly cognitively impaired is all. No big deal. Although someone more hypochondriacal than I might add this fact to the frequent headaches and occasional episodes of double vision on the List of Mounting Evidence That I Have A Brain Tumor.

But I choose not to do that.