When one day is just like another, it's easy to lose track of what day it is. Story of my life. Sometimes (only sometimes) I miss having the regulation of a job. A weekend is a real event with a job. Lunchtime is scheduled when you're working instead of, "Gee, I think I'm hungry," be it 10 a.m. or 2 p.m. Knowing you have to get up at a certain time dictates bedtime, instead of napping here and there whenever, waking up before the sun.
As you might guess, I have no job and I missed the fact that yesterday was Trash Day...the one day of the week when I have a real task. I didn't get the trash down to the big road...again. I must have remembered at some point because I remember telling Michael we'd be going for a ride later, but when you have a Teflon brain that thought just slipped away. How am I going to keep that dog's trust if I fib to him?
If yesterday was Trash-Day Tuesday, this must be Wednesday. Whoopie-doo. I'm only a day late.
Stay safe. Be well.
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