“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” Lewis Carroll “Alice in Wonderland
I really love Sean Connery and I can totally relate to his messy use of the letter
“S,” because I also wear dentures and know what he’s dealing with. However, I’m having a hard time keeping track of what day it is.
Sunday was always a starting point for me, because of the routine of going to church. Now that isn’t happening, so I have to look at a calendar. How archaic is that? Being retired doesn’t help, because I miss the structure of going to work each day. I have become a little better at adjusting to normalcy now that I’m teaching online acting classes a few times a week.
When daylight savings time was added to the mix, that complicated things to begin with. Then we went into isolation. One day ran into another, creating a complete upset of the calendar. I receive three or four home Bible studies a day. I am on the mailing list to get sermons on Sundays from several church sources. I have to pick and choose which ones to read, because if I went to each site, I’d really lose track of time. My phone must be charged a couple times a day to accommodate Zoom meetings, classes and Happy Hour events, not to mention the plethora of Bible studies and blog reading and commenting.
It could be Friday when it’s actually Monday. It really doesn’t make any difference anymore.
In a way, this is good, because I’m free to spend whatever time I wish on social networking like Facebook & Instagram. I could spend hours on Pinterest, but then I would never be able to do all the things I’d like to try while surfing through those sites.
It is indeed a conundrum. My internal clock has switched gears in other ways too. Normally I go to bed at 9 PM, and get up at 6 AM. Now I’ve not been able to fall asleep until 11 or 12 midnight and wake with the sun at about 6 AM. So I’ve cut the number of hours I’m sleeping. I’m working less, because I don’t know where to start.
I should be doing a thorough spring cleaning before it turns into fall. I should put away the winter clothes, but I’ll have to retrieve them again in a couple months. I can’t go outside because my allergies are giving me fits. Yesterday I spent twenty minutes clipping branches and today I’m coughing my head off. I feel totally discombobulated as I’m sure most people are. There’s really nothing to do about it except to adapt.
In my state, we’ve been told that our shutdown will last two weeks for so many two week increments, that I’m further dismayed. Why don’t they just tell us to hunker down for the rest of the year?
Oh well, time marches on. I just wish I knew where it was going.
“Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.” J.M. Barrie “Peter Pan”