As I write these words, I claim – or attempt to claim – the present moment, which is totally new to me . . . so new that when I got up yesterday morning, I didn’t know where my socks and underwear were, or indeed any of my clothing. I was about to scurry down to breakfast, here at the Appleton Retirement Community, where I now (apparently) live, but, unlike at my old house, I needed to get dressed first.