I've lost my mind.
I've had a biggish meeting that I've been planning towards the last few weeks. What day? June 24th - Tuesday. A day that I've been typing up the date/name in a lot of documents/emails. Getting dressed this morning I was thinking, "Oh, it's Tuesday the 24th. Got that meeting to deal with today..."
So why is it that when my baby sister tells me that she's flying in and I need to pick her up on June 24th, I automatically think - THURSDAY! Oh yes, I've been planning for several weeks to pick her up on a Thursday. The 26th. Which would be a problem given that she would then have been stranded at the airport for two days because she's coming in the 24th - today - a Tuesday!
How did this revelation suddenly come about? Because I emailed her to ask her for her flight number, and mentioned that I would definitely be there on Thursday to pick her up. And she promptly emailed me back with said flight number and a comment that she's coming in Tuesday not Thursday. *sigh*
The little gray cells have gone kaphooey.
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1 comment:
Blame Chris. I don't know why, but it sounds good.
See you for lunch on Tuesday!
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