Every day is like Monday
I'm more than just a little freaked out about this:
This morning I thought it was Monday and went to the carpool rendezvous, dressed for work and ready to go.
I had several hints that it wasn't Monday:
The radio-
KUT was playing World Cafe and Matters of Faith (or whatever it's called). I've never been up that early on a Sunday so I didn't know that's what they normally play, I was just pissed that BBC World and Morning Edition on. I was about to call and complain. Also the other two morning shows in town that I occasionally listen to also weren't on. I thought I might have been picking up stations from farther north.
TV-
I was upset last night that the DVR didn't tape the new Flight of the Conchords episode. It screws up often so that wasn't so obvious.
The pill-
Last night both Saturday and Sunday were still in the package, so I took both. I screw up often so that wasn't obvious (and it doesn't happen to matter right now anyway).
So once I realized it was Sunday (it said so on my phone, but it took a while for me to believe it), I went to the store. No one was there. Good thing, too- I was on the verge of tears the whole time, thinking I was crazy. But there are some good (and sad) explanations for this. I used to see my shrink on Saturdays but now I go on Friday (my day off). I had a more productive Friday than usual and a more restful Saturday than usual (which follows my normal Saturday/Sunday routines). I have no plans, no one to see, nothing to look forward to this weekend. I was probably so lonely I was ready to go back to work.
I should probably go to yoga now that I'm up and ready to go, because when I do I promise myself I'll never skip a Sunday again because it feels so good. But I just don't feel like driving all the way to South Austin (and I'm a bit too anxious to drive right now). So I'll probably do my yoga DVD later and go for a long walk.