Lost, Oops!
I lost a day yesterday. When I got up in the morning, I thought it was Monday. I was surprised my doctor’s office was closed. I wondered why a music festival friends were attending had its closing day on a Sunday. I even texted another friend to ask if we were still on to meet and listen to music that night. He said, yes, but, and this is when I snapped back, he said today is Sunday, the show is Monday. It was a disconcerting moment, because I was truly in Monday mode.
When I realized where I was, of course, I worried it was a sign of dementia. But then I figured out exactly when and why Saturday became Sunday and time shifted. We were at the meat market on Saturday to buy some brats and go grocery shopping for the evening’s dinner, a Sunday dinner I’d had many times before with my friend and his family. As we got out of the truck, I even wondered how much business they did while being open on a Sunday, because it felt like Sunday. So, from that moment on, Saturday was Sunday.
In the end, I figured my little adventure in time travel was a positive thing. All I’d done was slip from today into tomorrow, a heartbeat too soon. I got to thinking about clocks and time and calendars and what it was probably like before them when it was possible to wake up and not know what day it was because there were no days with names. I felt as though I’d crossed a bridge into a magical place, a timeless place. Of course I knew I wouldn’t be able to live there, but for a brief moment it sure felt nice to be so disconnected I didn’t even know what day of the week it was. It felt like freedom.