My internal calendar is off by a day. I don’t know how that happened, nor do I know what to do about it being out of sync.
Usually, when I’ve lost track of days, simply finding out what day of the week it is puts me back on track, but not this time. Last Thursday, I was sure it was Friday. Friday, I felt as if it were Saturday, even though I knew it was Friday because I attended a function that day. Then Saturday I felt as if it were Sunday.
And today. Sunday? I had to check the computer — yes, it is Sunday, though when I got up, it seemed like a Monday.
It doesn’t matter, of course. Whatever name I give the day doesn’t change the fact of that day. The main reason for knowing the name is to be able to check for any duties or appointments for that day, because obviously, a paper calendar is only good if you know what day it is.
But other than that? Knowing the day doesn’t seem necessary, but still, there’s that feeling. Which makes me wonder: what makes a day feel like a particular day? When one is working, Monday does feel like a Monday, with all the dread and anticipation a new work week can bring, but if one isn’t working, why should Monday feel any different from any other day?
I always seem to have pointless questions, questions where any answer would probably be just as pointless. Luckily, today or tomorrow my internal calendar will be working again, which will render both the pointless question and the answer irrelevant.
Until the next time, that is.
Anyway, I hope you have a good Sunday. Or Monday. Or whatever you feel this day might be.
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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One.
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