It wasn’t that you couldn’t remember you just didn’t have the capacity to try. Throughout the day you’d been bothered by the events of the morning, and what Applejack had told you only made things worse. It felt like you were buried in the sand and a tide was rising—steadily demanding more of your attention. You’d contemplated going to check up on Dash; a dozen decent excuses and a few pretty exceptional ones had crossed your mind, but even if you could fool her as to your true motivations where would that get you? What would you even say?