Time is a morass of confusion for me, essentially. I keep (attempt to) track of it with tremendous difficulty.
Sometimes, it works to my advantage, especially, when I think today is already tomorrow, but it’s not. I can make huge gains during those lapses.
Today began with the usual confusion. I woke up and thought I had a productive day ahead of me. I had so many things I had to do, which I hadn’t done, so this was good news! Productivity, ah.
I bathed and dressed, got what I needed to have, and with a light touch, descended into the depths of conscious confusion.
I headed for the bank first. I needed cash. And I had to go into the bank (Why?
That’s another story.)
As I neared the bank, a sense of apprehension overcame me. It looked dark. Why was it dark in there? I knew it wasn’t Sunday. So why was it dark? It was always sunny in Paradise.
Why was it Dark in Paradise!