I’m toying with the idea that I might recently have been abducted by aliens. - Twice.
Like a lot of freelancers, I lose track of the days occasionally. I mean look at Christmas. Where the hell did that just jump up from? However, this week it has been really ridiculous. On Friday, I was convinced that it was Wednesday. Then about an hour ago, I realized that today is Sunday, not Saturday. - And this is pretty shocking, even for me.
Let me explain…
A mobile grocery store calls on my street every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I catch it every time it does, as I need to buy water at least twice a week and, of course, red meat and laundry detergent.
This week, I distinctly remember making sure to be in at 3pm on Monday to catch the truck. I had run out of water last Sunday, and not catching the truck would mean hauling a 6 pack or two up the winding hill from the bottom of the village. (Not pleasant.)
I did catch Mario (the truck driver) and then I caught him again on Wednesday to replenish the fridge. And that’s where things got freaky. Like he does at the end of every week, Mario wished me well for the weekend. I said the same, deciding not to point out that he had clearly gone insane. However, on checking the day when I had packed everything away, I was horrified to find that it was indeed Friday.
Now. Logically, I can remember not seeing Mario yesterday which would imply that yesterday was Saturday. However, for some reason, I have still spent all day today thinking that it is Saturday, while making plans for the week ahead.
How have I done this? How has my brain lost Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday?
At present, I’m blaming it on too many late nights spent battling WordPress. (Or Aliens.) However, this is a very, very odd feeling.