I’m almost embarrassed to tell you this. I’m actually kind of surprised that this is the only time it has ever happened to me over these first three years of retirement, but still, I’m a little embarrassed.
I missed my writing class this morning. Not because I was playing hooky, not because I didn’t do my homework, and not because I was sick. It was because I didn’t realize today was Saturday. As many of you know, when you are retired, all the days pretty much feel the same, distinguishing between Saturday and any other day is a little tricky.
Most days when I wake up, I ask myself what day it is. It’s good exercise for the brain, I think, and it helps to know how long I have to surf the internet before I shower. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have standing lunch dates, so if I wake up and it’s a Tuesday or Thursday, I’ve got to get moving a little faster.
I do have this part-time consulting gig, but that doesn’t really help me much with which day of the week it is—I do most of my work from home in my PJ’s and only pop into the office when I need to pick something up or meet with someone. It doesn’t usually matter what day of the week it is, I work when the spirit moves me, whether it’s a Tuesday or a Sunday.
But Saturday morning I have to get up, get showered, and out of the house by 8:30. So when I’m lying there in bed on a Saturday morning, I really need to know what day it is so I can stop lying there and get the heck to class. This morning it felt like Sunday, but it wasn't, so I missed my class.
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