"What did we do today?" the Muse asked, not looking up from her sketch pad. "I can't remember if we had fun or not."

"I thought I was the one losing his memory," I said. "You're the one who is supposed to be younger and have a more supple and squishy brain."

"Infinitely more squishy. Deliciously supple. Now remind me what we did, would you?"

"Oh, a thrilling day, simply thrilling. We got up around noon, went out to lunch, and then you got sick so we came back home and you went back to bed for about three hours. I read, you slept. Later, you woke up, had dinner, and then laid around on the couch watching TV all night. A very full day."

"Good," she said. "Wouldn't want to feel like I'd wasted it or anything."