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Monday, Thursday, Wednesday. . .
What Day IS This, Anyway?
Anymore, I frequently have to think about it. There are mornings — when I have to look it up!
I was planning to publish a different article this week, but it needs a little more polishing, and time got away from me. I even lost track of what day it was — more than once.
Sometimes the weekdays fly by so fast; it’s easy to lose track. But during this bizarre pandemic time — while we need to stay home and away from each other, everything feels like it got turned sideways.
One way this happens to me some weeks is when I get it stuck in my head that it’s a day behind what it is. For example, I’ll go along thinking it’s Thursday when it’s actually Friday.
But occasionally, I get it tangled the other way, and I’m a day ahead.
This week, when I woke up Friday morning, I initially knew it was Friday.
But at some point between 9 am, and noon, my brain got things all twisted up — and I started thinking it was Saturday — all day. I thought the pharmacy closed at 6 pm (their Saturday hours) — not at 7 pm (their weekday closing time). How does this happen?
