Not for the first time since I retired, I woke up this morning thinking it was Monday.
It is not.
Today is Sunday, August 11, 2019.
I call the condition dayslexia.
It is fairly common in retirees, though even before I retired, I could find myself on the wrong day, usually in the middle of a work week.
At lest now when it happens, it doesn't make a great deal of difference. Unless I have an appointment of some kind, each day is equal to the other. Every day is Saturday (or Monday, if you want to be pessimistic).
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