I walk into the room and stop. What did I come in here for? It must have been something. But what? I know, for instance, that I need to change the kitty litter. But that’s not it. Maybe I’m looking for something. I scan the room with the hope of jogging my memory. Nothing. Then I remember, my cup of coffee. And there it is! Sitting there on the counter, waiting patiently to deliver a delicious caffeinated punch. Everything is snapping into place.