Further along than I realised
Today I discovered that Ash can no longer tell the time. It was clock changing morning and, although all the devices do it themselves now, we still have clocks that need either buttons pressing or dials moving so I began to do them. We have lots of them in the house and mostly they each tell a slightly different time which irritates the life out of me but usually not enough for me to do anything about it. This morning then seemed the ideal time to synchronise at least the two in the kitchen, one of them digital, one with hands. Ash comes through every afternoon to look at the dial clock, checks whether it's time to feed the dog or not and always knows whether he needs to wait a while or do it there and then so it seemed natural for me to pick up the digital clock and ask him to tell me the time on the dial one, only he couldn't. It appears that at certain times of the day he knows where the hands should be on the clock so he knows whether or not to feed the dog but this morning he stared and stared, stumbled over the numbers and told me it started with a 7 when in fact it started with a 9. He wasn't frustrated by his difficulties which was good and I wasn't upset which was also good but it was another reminder of what we're losing and I did feel a little uncomfortable that this had happened without me noticing. I'm still too obviously fooled onto that plateau where life changes slower in my head than in reality.