Just read about Sandra Day O’Connor’s husband’s new girlfriend on Wonkette. And since Anonymous Lobbyist overshared, I will, too: fortunately (I guess) my grandfather passed away long before Alzheimer’s erased my grandmother’s memory—I can’t comprehend the amount of composure currently required of Sandra. But I do remember my grandmother, unable to remember myself or my mother, repeatedly introducing us to a friend she met at her nursing home. “This is my best friend,” she’d say. “She’s my best friend here.” And then, with a look to the woman sitting next to her, my grandmother would ask, “What’s your name again?”