All week Iíve been thinking a day ahead, for some reason. Maybe the time change has finally sent me round the bend, so that instead of being off by half a day, Iím now a full day out of phase. All day yesterday I thought it was Thursday. Well, sort of. I didnít exactly ďthinkĒ it was Thursday, because when I thought about it consciously, I knew it was Wednesday. But the feeling in the deep corners of my mind was that it was Thursday.
So you can imagine my disappointment when I woke up this morning and it wasnít Friday. Every so often today Iíd get that Friday feeling, and then jar myself back to the Thursday-ness of it all.
Part of it could be that Iím lost in the longest to-do list Iíve had in a long time. I have so much to do that it spills over onto page two. Ordinarily I have certain tasks that I assign to particular days, but the only way to get through something like this is to plow ahead, and try to forget what day it is. This week, that doesnít seem to be a problem.