I got up thinking today was Monday. I was planning my morning, and watching the clock, because of 10.30 Zumba. I was surprised when I booked my place for the class, as Monday is usually full, and there were still 28 spots available.
Then in my mind I was thinking that I had lunch with Donna on Friday. I had curry for her, as I had made lots, and forget to give it to her when she dropped me home. So I had gone to her house, and taken her some more yesterday. So if today is Monday, why would I wait until Sunday to go down there.
I checked the date on my laptop, and it is the 1st of August, so Sunday. I know I want to cut down on some of the medications the doctor put me on, but she wouldn’t hear of it until my next visit. I know I need them because of all I am going through, but that’s the first time I have honestly believed it is the wrong day.
My neighbors must think I am losing it as I put my garbage can out last night. and of course it’s still there. Boy, what is going on with me.