A Man For All Seasons

"Meet me in my office," Richard announced this morning. He likes to have a morning business meeting every day. I kicked him out of my chair and made him sit in his own.
He grabbed the card file where we keep all the important numbers and started flipping through it.
Our conversation went something like this.
"What's that guy's name?" he asked.
I'm a mind reader. "What guy?" I replied.
"You know. The builder guy I need to call." He tapped his pen on the desk to help him think.
"Derek?"
"Yeah, Derek. What's his last name?"
"I have no idea. Jeter?"
"Very funny. What's that other place I need to call?" He scratched his head.
I'm a mind reader. "I have no idea."
"Oh, you know. What is it? I'm having a senior moment."
While Richard's busy having his moment, I checked email. I think I can still multi-task at the same high level as I did when I worked. I forget sometimes that I haven't worked in almost a year. My skills are pretty rusty. Never, ever try to insert a multi-task into a senior moment. I was asking for trouble.
"Autumn," I sneak into the conversation. "That's the girl with the truck." Autumn is someone we don't know. She's coming for Christmas dinner with my nephew and his wife. We couldn't remember her name so I had to look it up.
Richard opened up the bottom file cabinet. "I'll wrap those later for her," as he pulled out a couple things from our re-gifting stash.
"Can you wrap these for me too?" handing him a couple books from the shelf.
He's still admiring a candle he took from the drawer. "This will be a nice gift for April."
"Autumn." I correct him.
"Same thing. They're both seasons, aren't they?" Then he added, "When can I take the Christmas tree down?"
"Not yet. 'Tis the season, remember?"