This morning I woke up believing it to be Wednesday.
Then I looked at my watch to see it was Tuesday.
By the time I got to work, it was Wednesday again. Every Wednesday I have to adjust my work schedule due to a meeting from 3:00-4:00 to talk Title IIA, so I made the change.
Then I looked at my calendar and saw it was only Tuesday, and had to change it back again to my Tuesday schedule.
At lunch I started to think about the milk order that is placed each Wednesday. I was wondering what we needed and how much to get as it depends on what I may bake for the week.
Then I was reminded it was Tuesday.
Just now, as I pondered what to write today, I looked at my watch and realized it was after 9:00PM. For some reason my alarm didn’t go off to order the milk/daily products, which I have to do by 9:00 now. I had an, “Oh, crap!,” moment.
Then I had the revelation, yet again, it’s Tuesday.
Wonder if I’ll have another Wednesday, no Tuesday, moment before I go to bed. And, I wonder what day I’ll think tomorrow is when it arrives.
What day is it again?
Personal Reflections of a Middle-Aged Man 