Tuesday felt like a Friday. Wednesday I thought it was Tuesday. Thursday I thought it was Wednesday.
Pancake Day passed me by. I keep thinking I have missed Valentines and it is now late February. Hang on – when did January end and why didn’t I notice?
How to keep track of time and space:
– Sunday is slow
– Monday comes after Sunday
– Tuesday is CSI night
– Wednesday is bin day (though I sleep through the bin men now)
– Thursdays are funny (says BBC 2)
– Friday is … well Friday
– Saturday is the weekend for my honey … sport on the telly … maybe a curry
Hmm. It doesn’t take much to throw the days out when it’s mainly based around the evening telly schedule and asking your hubbie “What day is it?” repeatedly.
Sometimes I think only taking a daily photo self portrait marks the passing of time for me – makes each day seem a day in it’s own right. Otherwise I wouldn’t be sure if today was the one where I did such and such in the morning (or not).
As for relying on the rising and setting of the sun, the amount and intensity of daylight to feel the time of day or year … well one rainy day can throw that out too. Even the trees are confused as to what season we’re in. As long as it’s not just me eh?