Oh boy. It sucks getting old - especiallly when we are still keeping all kinds of stuff in our heads: projects, schedules, preventative maintenance, winter preps. OPP's problems, schedules, emotional whirlwinds.
Both B & I were totally convinced today was his appt. Stayed up later than I wanted to, coz he was working a modified list (pain was being stubborn) with total OCD intensity and didn't come in till late. He's needed a hair cut & beard trim since he got back... so I got that done.
This morning, he asks me what day it is. 18th I say. He says - my computer says the 17th. I look at the calendar where we write down appts & stuff... 18th is Thursday, not Wed. Oh JEEEZZZZZZ.
He was absolutely convinced that Sunday past, was actually Thursday.
I have an Atomic Clock that displays, day of week, date, etc. Multiple computers and phones.
I guess we mostly don't care and are just living in our present moment(s) comfortably. Everything's still getting taken care of in advance of due dates, etc. Everything is managed well... I think we just slipped into our own time zone and have disconnected with the external world enough that when we HAVE to interact with it - we have to double check now that we're in sync with it. LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
Maybe I need to rethink a tall ship sailing vacation... we might go into the Bermuda Triangle and never be heard from again!!!
