Forgetting What Day It Is
Saturday, March 28, 2020
For the second time now I've forgotten the day of the week. Mind now, I could remember with just a little thought, but for that brief moment I wasn't "here and now" - with that body knowledge of time. I feel like I'm on vacation and selfishly, I don't want it to end - but with so little outside stimulation, the days are all blurring into each other. I'm beginning to wonder - is there, deep down, some inner hermit inside this chatty extrovert soul?
Who knows, perhaps this is why I have always felt like an alien? Like the only pea in my pod. The one who, when she got mad at her sister, snarled "At least I was adopted."
Which I wasn't. But it was a fun thing to say.
For the time being, it doesn't matter what day it is, either. The organizations I am in are all conducting business by e-mail, so there are these few deadlines, but we all feel that whatever we were doing or planning to do can be done later. There is a birthday coming up - DH - who will be 77 on the 31st. And for his special day he would like pizza pie. This is something I make for him maybe twice a year - and I think a birthday is a perfect reason to go off the low carb diet. Besides - I can surround that date with extra-low-carb meals for him.
I'm pleased to say that yesterday I did my first upper body strength workout in over a year. The little nudge I got from my nurse visit the other day was enough to break me out of my procrastinating sloth. I just used cans of peas as weights because I am so out of shape and I wanted to be able to complete the full routine. And today I have that delicious tingle of muscle soreness - the kind that tells you you did exactly the right amount of exercise to begin rebuilding without doing damage.
So - on this rainy Saturday - with the studio beckoning and art waiting to happen - I wish you comfort in your skin, pleasure in your home and a calm confidence as you look at the world. It has weathered many tough things - it will weather this one too.