I asked my wife if she had cash so that I could get our Milk and Eggs from the Farmers Market this morning and she looked at me like I was a weirdo…..
When I woke up this morning I was convinced, and I mean, convinced, that it was Saturday. Everything about my mind, body, and soul was telling me that it was Saturday, it still does.
I had 4 things go wrong this morning, all in a row, things that are usually routine, such as cracking eggs, filing the kettle, etc. It is almost as though my body is not quite aligned with my thoughts. I keep misjudging things, movements, actions.
To use a term from my publishing days, I am feeling out of register.
It is almost as though I have been moved from one place to another without knowing it and in this new place, I don’t seem to fit, at least, not exactly.
My wife said that it is probably the result of just having had a bad nights sleep but the thing is, I don’t usually sleep very well and last night, I had the best nights sleep in a long time.
Something is not right. I am still convinced that it should be Saturday.
My wife is now joking with me saying that I must have been abducted by Aliens. Aliens, time loop, dimensional misplacement, the space between spaces? Who knows?