Well, I am in a hell of a time warp. I often am on short weeks (I have Friday off). Monday, of course, was Monday. Then for some reason I thought Tuesday was still Monday. I was rather pleased to realize it was Tuesday. However, Tuesday evening I went ahead and wrote my blog post thinking it was Wednesday. I even put it under the category Wuss-out Wednesday. What was that all about?
Clearly, days have ceased to have a 24-hour definition for me. I expected Monday to last indefinitely while Tuesday was over well ahead of time. Can I offer an mitigating circumstances in my defense? I fear not.
I suppose one might say, “Oh, it’s the holiday,” and drive on. Then another might say, “If you’re in that much of a time warp, you’d better not drive. What would 55 miles an hour look like when you don’t even know how long an hour is?” Good point. Still another might begin singing and dancing “The Time Warp” from Rocky Horror Picture Show.
That was what I wrote while on a break at work today. When I returned to work, my time warp took the form of minutes and hours passing vvveeerrryyyy vvvveeeeerrrryyyy sssssllllllooooooowwwwlllllllyyyyyy….. However, since this is a common phenomenon at work two days before a three day weekend, I was not more than usually perturbed by it.
I got home to discover that at least one reader had indeed caught me getting my days mixed up. How mortifying. And how not surprising. If only yesterday had been Non-Sequitur Thursday, everything would have been just fine. What can I do? I think I’ll take option number one: say, “Oh, it’s the holiday,” and drive on. Happy It Really Is Wednesday This Time, everyone.