the twilight zone

Have you ever spent one entire day thinking it was actually another day?

You know, like writing down the wrong date all day or suddenly being surprised to discover it’s Wednesday when you thought it was Tuesday?

I think maybe that happened to me today.

I knew it was Wednesday. We had our co-op. That’s always on a Wednesday.

But somehow I still feel as if I missed a day somewhere. Like one just slipped through my fingers.

It doesn’t really surprise me though.

Maybe it disappoints me.

But it doesn’t surprise me.

I spent an entire year thinking I was thirty-seven years old, only to discover on my birthday that I was turning thirty-nine instead.

That was a bad discovery.

So – after that fiasco – I guess one day is not really that big of a deal after all.