Thought it was Thursday. Why? Because there were no markers through my day. John drove himself to his part-time job (he enjoys working at a local craft & hobby store, which employs quite a few artists) & took a dear friend on a drive while I stayed home. We don’t watch TV shows, so didn’t have them as markers. Changed my NY Times subscription to digital, so didn’t have the print edition to clue me in on the day.
All it took for me to lose my sense of time placement was a gammy leg. That’s all.
Envisioning how hard it would be to hold onto my sense of physical mental emotional place ~if~ I found myself without my sense of familiar home & things resting in their “proper” place, of a familiar neighborhood, of family & friends, of independent mobility, of all the layers of activity that fill even the most mundane of my days, of all I do without thinking.
For me, all it took was a gammy leg.