“I can do that in two days, Friday,” I say to myself and five seconds later realize that tomorrow is Friday. I laugh to myself and then a few tears fall.
Tomorrow is Friday. Three words that escape someone who has nothing but time on his hands. Maybe that’s my problem; time is on “my” hands but not in my mind.
I now write down the few things I need to do for each day of the following week. Being unemployed, it amazes me how my day flies (wrong!) by but there is usually two events I need to tend to.
Today, (I now know that today is Thursday, by the way) I took my cat for his yearly shots and that spent thirty minutes of my scheduled day which began at 9:30 am which I thought was early for me to rise these days. Waiting for his 2:00 pm appointment, I received a call needing information about my forthcoming 65th birthday and becoming a medical ward of the government. (Trump would love me.) That erased another thirty minutes from my day. Answering her questions was easy – it was all details of my life which I could easily answer even though I thought today was Wednesday. (Does anyone, ever, forget his/her Social Security number!)
I return my confused-traveling cat to my confusing, humble dwelling and wonder if he’s worth $105.00 for three shots when money has suddenly become an issue in my life. (“There’s still two days left in this deodorant!”)
Knowing it’s Thursday doesn’t change my unemployed situation because it could also be Tuesday, but that would screw up my weekly calendar.
Tomorrow is Friday and I have two events both lunch and dinner so I don’t need to remind myself to eat. Friendly folks have done that for me on Friday.
But soon it’ll be Saturday’s food that I’m worried about. Or is it Sunday’s that I’m concerned about.
Oh my gosh! Just look at the time?