what happened this morning
Mar. 26th, 2005 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
awhyzipI looked over at the clock and it was 3:00. ...
I was in my mother's office, sitting in front of the computer. Sunlight shone brightly thru the many windows, so I knew it was day. I leaned thu the door way to check the numbers on the kitchen stove clock again. Large and red they glowed at me 3:00..
"That's... that's too late to give a polite call and still show up," I realized with a sinking feeling. I looked over at myself, innocent and red-shirted. "I could have washed my hair this morning; it would have been dry by now if I'd only known I was going to lose this much extra time," I thought, off-topic, noticing my pulled-back hair. Then I had to return to the more-important task of figuring out how I was going to explain this to --- (!) to whom?
It dawned on me that I had no idea what I was doing today. What regularly-scheduled responsibility had I just flaked out on?
This is not a good thing to call and have no reason for to a new boss ... but even worse to call to D. and have it not be Monday. "It's still the weekend," the tentative thought re-asserted itself. "Is it still weekend? ---Facts. Support this hope with facts! -- what did I just do yesterday? And that should tell me what today is."
Yesterday I was travelling. I think back to last night. We were coming from somewhere, catching an interstate bus at a truck-stop ticket agent. I remember leaping down the shallow stairs, to the bus pull-up point, unsure whether the agent had just waved on all of my group or only the first four of us. It was warm, like winter in Florida, but in the pull-up was only a dark oil-stain...
The part of my mind whose only moral is to-get-away-with-it whirrs into gear: "That's an excellent excuse for missing so egregiously anything." I pitifully wrestle it down. No, I can't quite remember how I did get back on that trip, but I certainly didn't just arrive red-eyed on a delayed delayed bus -- I've been here hours and woken up with luxuriant slowness.
If I was travelling, how long was I gone for -- how much of my weekend have I filled already? I'm always hauling my ass back on late-night gotta-catch-it travel because I need to be in Boston Sunday morning for Hebrew School. It seems more likely today is Sunday. That's worse.
I let myself stay out late Saturday night, assuming that my plan would fall into place in the classroom --- but I don't at this moment have any ideas. All that I can bring to mind is far too many congregation-members asking me at services to announce what's on for this week -- a valid question, because people wanted assurance Hebrew School wasn't cancelled for Easter, and the schedule says there's a Family Ed event.
I couldn't remember then any details about the Family Ed event, and I still can't now. There was one we cancelled, and I am pretty sure it was this one... but I don't want to say that unless I'm one-hundred percent sure. Anyway, this is a memory; what happened Saturday is not what I need to dwell on right now.
Another small part of my brain wakes up. Hey, E. Ch doesn't have services Saturday morning! That must have been Friday night.
Good, it's better if that recent memory is from Friday night. Maybe I jammed my travelling in earlier than usual, like over weekdays -- could today be Saturday? It could! Yes, Susan's party was Friday night, it's Deb's that late Sat.
Susan's party -- OK , that's a good time anchor. Was that last night, or has there been a day since? I look at the clock again. Wait, how could I have been at Susan's party and on a bonanza bus from Florida? ... And come to think of it, why am I in Northampton??
The room I'm in is very real, but it must be a dream. =(
It is a dream, so I sit up in Arlington, pretty sure that it's Saturday and I haven't missed anything important. Honestly, I'm not sure if I count this as an overall win, or loss.
It's several minutes before I realize that 3pm in Northampton dream might not be 3pm in Arlington, too.
It's 7:30 am.
I was in my mother's office, sitting in front of the computer. Sunlight shone brightly thru the many windows, so I knew it was day. I leaned thu the door way to check the numbers on the kitchen stove clock again. Large and red they glowed at me 3:00..
"That's... that's too late to give a polite call and still show up," I realized with a sinking feeling. I looked over at myself, innocent and red-shirted. "I could have washed my hair this morning; it would have been dry by now if I'd only known I was going to lose this much extra time," I thought, off-topic, noticing my pulled-back hair. Then I had to return to the more-important task of figuring out how I was going to explain this to --- (!) to whom?
It dawned on me that I had no idea what I was doing today. What regularly-scheduled responsibility had I just flaked out on?
This is not a good thing to call and have no reason for to a new boss ... but even worse to call to D. and have it not be Monday. "It's still the weekend," the tentative thought re-asserted itself. "Is it still weekend? ---Facts. Support this hope with facts! -- what did I just do yesterday? And that should tell me what today is."
Yesterday I was travelling. I think back to last night. We were coming from somewhere, catching an interstate bus at a truck-stop ticket agent. I remember leaping down the shallow stairs, to the bus pull-up point, unsure whether the agent had just waved on all of my group or only the first four of us. It was warm, like winter in Florida, but in the pull-up was only a dark oil-stain...
The part of my mind whose only moral is to-get-away-with-it whirrs into gear: "That's an excellent excuse for missing so egregiously anything." I pitifully wrestle it down. No, I can't quite remember how I did get back on that trip, but I certainly didn't just arrive red-eyed on a delayed delayed bus -- I've been here hours and woken up with luxuriant slowness.
If I was travelling, how long was I gone for -- how much of my weekend have I filled already? I'm always hauling my ass back on late-night gotta-catch-it travel because I need to be in Boston Sunday morning for Hebrew School. It seems more likely today is Sunday. That's worse.
I let myself stay out late Saturday night, assuming that my plan would fall into place in the classroom --- but I don't at this moment have any ideas. All that I can bring to mind is far too many congregation-members asking me at services to announce what's on for this week -- a valid question, because people wanted assurance Hebrew School wasn't cancelled for Easter, and the schedule says there's a Family Ed event.
I couldn't remember then any details about the Family Ed event, and I still can't now. There was one we cancelled, and I am pretty sure it was this one... but I don't want to say that unless I'm one-hundred percent sure. Anyway, this is a memory; what happened Saturday is not what I need to dwell on right now.
Another small part of my brain wakes up. Hey, E. Ch doesn't have services Saturday morning! That must have been Friday night.
Good, it's better if that recent memory is from Friday night. Maybe I jammed my travelling in earlier than usual, like over weekdays -- could today be Saturday? It could! Yes, Susan's party was Friday night, it's Deb's that late Sat.
Susan's party -- OK , that's a good time anchor. Was that last night, or has there been a day since? I look at the clock again. Wait, how could I have been at Susan's party and on a bonanza bus from Florida? ... And come to think of it, why am I in Northampton??
The room I'm in is very real, but it must be a dream. =(
It is a dream, so I sit up in Arlington, pretty sure that it's Saturday and I haven't missed anything important. Honestly, I'm not sure if I count this as an overall win, or loss.
It's several minutes before I realize that 3pm in Northampton dream might not be 3pm in Arlington, too.
It's 7:30 am.
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Date: 2005-03-26 02:46 pm (UTC)I've had ones like that before - where I was late to class all week and then I woke up and it was Monday morning.
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Date: 2005-03-27 02:38 am (UTC)why didn't you go back to sleep
Date: 2005-03-30 05:12 am (UTC)Writing it down took me about an hour, and I was setting down the last two sentences when... Andrew raaang.