when the soul is no longer in the body

I remember I poured some milk in a bowl and brought it to the living room to watch tv.
Then somehow something happened... which I have completely no memory of.
And my bowl of milk is gone from the table.
I then walked around the house looking for the bowl.
Finally I asked my mum if she had seen my bowl.
She looked at me, her expression a mixture of bemusement and disbelief, "Didn't you finish it and left it in the sink? Are you ok?"

I feel senile.
I am convinced my brain has reached its maximum utilization and is in a state of decline.