Swandives

This morning I woke up, dragged myself out of bed, made porridge for breakfast, decided what I was going wear (wished it was Friday so I could wear jeans), got dressed, took food out of the freezer for dinner, turned the light out in the fish tank, found my watch and glasses, brushed my teeth, did a quick double check of everything and lef the house.

As far as I was concerned, it was Thursday and I had another two days until the weekend.

So at 10.30am, when my computer calendar popped up a reminder about a meeting that normally happens on Friday, I was a bit confused. It couldn’t possibly be Friday could it? No, I would know if it was Friday…wouldn’t I? I checked the date on my computer, hardly daring to hope. There is was: Friday. Oh my goodness. It was Friday! The last day of the working week. Hooray!

On one hand I was a bit worried that I somehow missed an entire day. On the other, I was elated. Occasionally, I’ve had to double check the day halfway through the week, but I’ve never been completely convinced it has been another day entirely. It’s a very strange feeling.