Last week I woke up one morning completely discombobulated. I wondered what day it was and couldn’t quite figure it out. Luckily for me, both my cell phone and Alexa agreed on the date. That was a start. However, all that day I felt a bit off. During these times, days have no real meaning. What’s one day versus the other?
I go into work everyday of the workweek. Thus, days supposedly do have meaning. Yet, they don’t in that they all run into one another. One 12 hour day is another 12 hour day. Not even television helps to differentiate the days anymore. There is no Thursday versus Monday television lineup.
Soon, days will have meaning again. I know that. Yet, the meaning of each day may very well change coming forward. Could be that people come to dread Fridays for it may signal the end of a strucutred time. Or it may become an even more welcomed reprieve.
Either way, I think today is Sunday and let’s see what that brings. The birds are chirping. Maybe they know what day it is.