I woke up this morning thinking it was Monday. Well, not just thinking --- fully convinced. As in showering, drying my hair, changing my clothes, getting in the car and heading to therapy. Only to get a "low tire pressure" warning which made me turn around and come back home. I sent my therapist a message begging off the session, only seeing the date then on the screen.
That threw me for one of those loops that stays with you all day. I don't know how many times I rechecked the date to be positive. I'll do it all again tomorrow. I put air in the tire; fingers crossed for that to hold.
It seems like I've read this, but I don't have a clear memory. Well, except for the story told in "Muppet Treasure Island." ("How does she bloody DO THAT?")
2 comments:
I can never keep track of the day anymore either. I have a calendar right here on the fridge but I still keep missing important dates and events.
I can relate to your Muppet recall of Treasure Island. My favorite telling of A Christmas Carol is Mr. Magoo's musical version. I have it on DVD and watch it every year.
Oh, boy! I do know that feeling! I'm glad you didn't drive all the way there to find out you were wrong!
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