I never know the day of the week. It doesn’t matter but yet I feel like I should at least be able to say “Tuesday” when Vince asks “What day is today?” For a few days, I’d look at my phone first thing every morning and say to myself “Today is Tuesday” so all day, I knew it was Tuesday but I don’t take my phone in the bedroom and half the time, it’s noon before I even think . . where’s my phone?
Today is Tuesday! I have a haircut appointment today. The one day once a month that I get to go to town by myself. I plan to go to Hobby Lobby to look for buttons for the little girl and doll sweaters, maybe get some more of the washable yarn to make a set for Addie. I need to go by the pharmacy and pick up an Rx for Rita. There are a couple of things I need from Walmart but I’ll probably talk myself out of that.
This morning, right off the bat, I was reading Facebook and saw this:
My first thought was “How did I miss Tuesday . . and my haircut and my trip to town alone?” I looked at Vince and I guess I had a baffled look on my face.
Vince: What’s wrong?
Me: What day is today?
Me: Are you sure?
Vince: I think I am.
Me: It might be Wednesday.
I clicked on the calendar on the Chromebook and whew . . I did not miss my trip to town alone! The wheels were turning though. Even if today was Wednesday and I had missed my haircut, I was going to pretend like today was the day and I was still going to town . . alone . . somehow!
It makes me feel somewhat better to know that someone way younger than I am (probably) got confused about the day too.