Confusion.

Last night when I went to bed, I knew it was a Saturday night. Which means usually, the following day can reasonably be expected to be a Sunday.

So why, when I eventually dragged my ass outta bed, showered, harrassed the cat, did the dishes n a few other chores, did I think it was Monday today?

Monday as in 'Yes!. the Library is open again.'
Monday as in, 'Fill ya bag with books to be returned to the Library, n then get 10 more out to replace them - Yes!'

But it isn't - least, not in this town it aint.

I'm not going to mention how close my mobility scooter and I might have got to the library, or how many 'Closed' businesses I scooted past, but ordinarily, I'd like to think that I might have picked up on wee clues like that.

All right, I got all the way to the Library. Happy now?

So, here I am with a spare Sunday afternoon (a bonus, I guess) and no unread books on my shelf. And I'm feeling a bit bloody stupid about getting weekends and week days confuzzled but at least no one will ever know about that, whew!

Oh dear, old age eh? Bugger.

awwwwwwwwwwww mate

we all have those moments

wonderful Paddy,
believing in oneself
liberates the SPIRIT!
Good to see you in action again
even if premature.LOlolol

I also have these
'swept away into the mind moments'.
I think its to do with love itself.
self love.

kundalini on the horizon?

aww dont worry we all have days like that

It is easy enough to do Pat espically if one does not have a set routine. The days can sort of blend into another and come indistingishable.

I will soon have a regular routine again as Uni starts next week (well acedemic O week started yesterday, lectures start on Monday). It will be even better once I get a job.