This is a funny story because I’ve mentioned on here that I never can remember which day of the week we’re on. All day Thursday, I thought it was Saturday. I guess on the days Vince and I go to town together, it seems like Saturday so . . basically, we’re having five Saturdays each week because the weekend is about the only days I can convince him to stay home.
Anyway all day Thursday, I thought it was Saturday. At some point that evening, I said to Vince “Today is not Saturday is it?” No all day college football should have been a dead giveaway.
Friday morning I got up and the first thing I thought was “Today is Friday and I’m going to remember that all day!”
I had ordered some beads and I got an email from the lady and she said “The beads just got shipped! That’s really unusual for a Saturday.” I thought . . Am I confused again? I looked at my phone and it was really Friday but I figured I would not correct her.
Later in the day I got an email and she said “You must think I’m crazy!” I wrote back and said “No . . I thought all day yesterday was Saturday, but this morning locked it in my head that today is Friday and then I got your email and had to look at a calendar.”
It was funny just to know there are plenty of us retired or semi-retired folks who cannot remember the day of the week. Our routines that we’ve had for so many years . . every day is a weekend now!