"Flocks of the memories of the day draw near the dovecoat doors of sleep" Alice Meynell (1847-1922) I am often asked how I remember all the little and trivial details of my life to write this blog. Oddly enough, much of it comes from dreams. I've always been a great sleeper and, at times, it is during these periods of slumber that these memories come racing through my mind. If I have the wherewithal, I will suddenly awaken and reach for the little red notebook I keep next to my side of the bed and jot down a few salient words to jog my memory the next day. The alternative is to wake the next morning and just hope I remembered my dream, a technique that often meets with failure. The paring process of the brain that comes with aging can often be merciless and frustrating. ...