I have been experiencing loss of the track of time of late. This sometimes happens during a holiday week...especially when the holiday falls on a Monday as Memorial Day did this week. Monday felt like Sunday most of the day except television programming was basically the same save that Day of Our Lives was pre-empted for the French Tennis Open. It didn't help that Dancing with the Stars ended last week and so Monday night was not the same.
Usually on Monday I am "off" from most duties and jobs I have assumed. This Monday began with a trip to San Pedro to retrieve someone returning from a cruise. Today I went to Malibu to bring someone home from a stay with her daughter in an exclusive celebrity riddled enclave. (That trip may warrant a separate blog). Then my chief source for the weekly newsletter I edit and prepare for church sent me her info a day early. That made me think it was Wednesday already! But the dogs went to the groomers...and they always go on Tuesday.
I always that I was flexible and not a slave to the calendar or a rigid schedule. And really, I am not. I just have to remember the cues for each day of the week are not always timely. All this could be God's retribution for not going to church Sunday, but Sunday I went down to Newport Beach to spend time with 97 year-old friend there. She threw me off by coming back to Riverside with me so her son could pick her up and take her to the mountains for a visit.
So this afternoon after watching the soapy histrionics this afternoon on DOOL, things seem to get back on track. Right now I am watching KABC Channel 7 News. Normally I watch KNBC. I fear this may cause another upset in my universe. Worth the risk though. I don't want to fall into a rut!
By the way, I don't remember ever seeing the movie If It's Tuesday, It Must Be Belgium. Do you suppose that might explain the phenomenon I experienced above?
Usually on Monday I am "off" from most duties and jobs I have assumed. This Monday began with a trip to San Pedro to retrieve someone returning from a cruise. Today I went to Malibu to bring someone home from a stay with her daughter in an exclusive celebrity riddled enclave. (That trip may warrant a separate blog). Then my chief source for the weekly newsletter I edit and prepare for church sent me her info a day early. That made me think it was Wednesday already! But the dogs went to the groomers...and they always go on Tuesday.
I always that I was flexible and not a slave to the calendar or a rigid schedule. And really, I am not. I just have to remember the cues for each day of the week are not always timely. All this could be God's retribution for not going to church Sunday, but Sunday I went down to Newport Beach to spend time with 97 year-old friend there. She threw me off by coming back to Riverside with me so her son could pick her up and take her to the mountains for a visit.
So this afternoon after watching the soapy histrionics this afternoon on DOOL, things seem to get back on track. Right now I am watching KABC Channel 7 News. Normally I watch KNBC. I fear this may cause another upset in my universe. Worth the risk though. I don't want to fall into a rut!
By the way, I don't remember ever seeing the movie If It's Tuesday, It Must Be Belgium. Do you suppose that might explain the phenomenon I experienced above?
