I woke up this morning from a creepy dream and lay there in the dark mentally grounding myself, by running through my day. I start every morning this way, creepy dreams or not.
This morning my brain slowly ticked though "Okay, we deliver files to the Valley today. Oh! I have to make sure where my dress pants are since I have a PAC shift and I need to change at lunch. PAC...okay...if I'm working at the PAC, that's Civic Orchestra and that means...it's THURSDAY! Boy! This week went FAST!"
And I leapt from my bed with a song in heart. I stood there humming as I brushed my teeth because THURSDAY!
Then I looked over at my pack of birth control pills and my heart sank. The pack was only on Tuesday.
"Oh No!" cried my brain, "How have I missed talking my pills for three days!"
I had Wednesday's pill in my hand and was reviewing the information for how many misssed days is too many to make up when the shoe, finally dropped: I didn't post anything for Wangsday yesterday, I posted a Muppet Monday, so it really is Tuesday.
And I put Wednesday's pill back and went to work.