We have all done it at some time or another, I am sure.
You are going about your business, convinced that it is Tuesday, and at some point in the day, you realise that it is actually Wednesday. Somewhere, you have misplaced a day.
Public Holidays don’t help. They are almost always on a Monday, and make that day feel like a Sunday. When Tuesday comes along, it feels like it should be Monday, and the whole week slips out of gear.
Being retired from work makes it even harder to keep track of the days, as they are much the same when you are not working. Having to go to work makes you mark the days; anticipating weekends off, holidays to come, and noting appointments or meetings.
I mark my own week by going supermarket shopping on a Monday. Sad as this may seem dear readers, it is my ‘big day out’ most weeks, and I actually look forward to it. This week, Julie was off, so she did the shopping instead. That set in motion a whirl of confusion in my brain, and it refused to go away.
On Thursday, I was convinced it was Friday. I checked the wrong page in the TV guide when setting the PVR, and discussed with Julie that her weekend off would soon be here. She realised my confusion, and corrected me. It was Thursday, not Friday. I checked, and she was right of course. Despite this knowledge, the confusion persisted. Walking with Ollie, I repeated that it was Friday to two fellow dog-walkers. Both corrected me, and suggested that the Bank Holiday on Monday had led to my error.
On Friday, I got up convinced that it was Saturday, and the same silly saga repeated itself.
At least I know that it is Sunday today. The situation has stabilised. My perception of the days of the week has once again returned to normal.
I’m still missing a day somewhere though…