For some reasons I keep on thinking today is Sunday (it’s actually Tuesday). Maybe it has to do with the recent trip I took that I am still recovering from, or the blistering cold that is keeping me hibernating inside.
I suppose it’s easy to lose one’s frame of reference in a busy life or fixed environment.
The trouble is that neither of those cases apply to me: I am retired and have been for many years. So the common excuse of too busy working is not it. The typical hustle and bustle from a job are things of the past. And I can’t use them as reasons.
As for a fixed environment, I returned recently from a trip. After being away for a while, coming home and seeing everything familiar is comforting. Home is where everything belongs. Being home after a long trip is actually refreshing.
Perhaps, I am losing my mind.
Could you imaging how astronauts or prisoners keep track of their date and time?
Running with Buddha 