Today is Friday. Today is Friday.

Let’s just keep repeating that and maybe I won’t have to worry about my arms extending out in front of me and my walk becoming a shuffle.

I got back from Dayton on Wednesday afternoon and I was well aware it was Wednesday. Then I went to Kroger’s in the evening and caught myself thinking that all the specials should be different because they change on Thursday. So the start of this Twilight Zone shift must have started then.

But it gets odder. I awoke on Thursday thinking I’ll go get the morning paper because Saturday has the best Sudoku. Of course, it wasn’t Saturday. I thought, “Oh yeah, it’s Friday.” An all day long, I kept in mind what I had to do before business offices closed for the week-end. Then, somehow, I became aware it was Thursday. Who knew? Obviously, not me.

Perhaps all this started because when I got home on Wednesday, I rented a Redbox film and came home to find the Blue Ray remote missing. I did my usual look, which is usually successful and came up empty-handed. Not to be deterred, I turned the sofa upside down. Well, that got the sofa clean – and all the cushions neatened up. But no remote.

I looked everywhere, figuratively speaking, because if I had looked everywhere literally, I would have found it. Perhaps it was thoughts like that that zapped my brain.

So I went to sleep, pouting, and had nightmares and opened my eyes on Thursday – to what I felt, for some crazy reason was Saturday. And that takes us back to the beginning of this time awareness story. Now, on Thursday, which I had found out was not Saturday, or Friday, I puttered around and developed a slight headache, which I felt would be helped by a “slight” lie-down. I fell asleep and had all sorts of wild dreams and awoke to light in the window and thought I had slept through until the next morning – Saturday. I guess I had never truly been convinced when I lay down that it was Thursday.

Of course, it was not morning; it was afternoon and it was the same day, which was Thursday – although it felt like Friday.

And I’ll be darned if today doesn’t seem like Saturday – AGAIN. Maybe there is such a thing as Zombie Dust, sort of a different thing from what Tinkerbell and the other fairies scatter around. Although, if tomorrow is not Saturday, I guess I will be in Never Never Land. At least, I hope I am not heading toward being a Zombie.

So sorry for wasting your time.