I am having trouble remembering what day of the week it is. I know when it’s Sunday because on Sunday we get two newspapers. I know when it’s Tuesday because I organize Peter’s medications for the week on Tuesday mornings. I’m pretty good about Mondays because that’s when my Zoom class, The Future of Higher Education, meets (until mid-May).
I’ve pretty much stopped looking at my calendar because everything has been cancelled. And with the library closed, I don’t have to check to see if we have any books due.
I was a bit confused about what day of the week it was in my early retirement. But nothing like this.
I yearn for the return of normality.