I woke up this morning certain it was Thursday and wondering where the hell Wednesday went. I even started kicking myself for missing a post. I sat stymied by the missing day in my memory. Sure, my Dilbert calendar was still showing Tuesday's page, but I was so sure I missed hump-day that I convinced myself I forgot to rip yesterday's page off.
Even after I figured out that today is actually the day I thought I lost, I had to ask my husband for confirmation. Bless his heart, he didn't even look at me funny when I asked him what day it was. Thank goodness I have the man to ground me in reality.
Has that ever happened to you? Or am I just too weird to be allowed out in public?