I packed a lunch this morning. I resisted the urge to grab that second fiber cookie because, lemon bar flavor doesn't trump the consequences of those actions.
I set the lunch on my dining room table, grabbed my keys, verified my badge was on my person, and picked up and put down three coats that I opted not to wear today. In that brief moment, my goldfish memory blanked the existence of my lunch from existence. (My photo is next to the term Tabula Rasa in the dictionary.)