I have found myself completely unable to tell what day of the week it is. At least I’m not alone. I told Mom today I would check on something Tuesday, thinking today was Saturday, even though I went to work today and complained about it being Monday several times. Probably. That’s something I’ve been known to do. I’m sure I did it today. Unless it was last Monday… Mom thought it was Tuesday all day. I talked to Jess yesterday, and she was convinced (or at least hoped) it was Saturday. It’s probably just wishful thinking, like my dream last night that I was eating brownies and cake with whipped cream and strawberries. (Oh how I want that.) Let’s continue to assume it’s wishful thinking and not the deterioration of my brain.