what day is it?

I know, I know, it’s July 2, but the day??? I often have to ask Siri the date and/or time. (easier to ask her the time than look for a clock. My last Fitbit broke down about the same time that The Covid Lockdown began so I rely on other things to tell me the time.

I started being confused on Friday. I thought it was Saturday and I didn’t realize until after I had begun cooking dinner and wondering why Matt was late for our swim. I missed the swim and I cooked too much food and I had to eat some and now I have lots of leftovers to deal with. The real Saturday was better—July First, Canada Day—warm and pleasant and relaxed. Matt came for lunch, too, and we had a picnic on the balcony. (My favorite—avocado toast!). It began to rain (thunderstorms predicted) while we were in the outdoor pool so we came inside to the spa, but we always do that because we exercise in that pool, too.

And now this morning is the second of July and it’s Sunday and Matt is coming for lunch and a swim and dinner, and he will make the zoodles for dinner (I’m doing shrimp). He’s good at zoodles, very patient, and with the veggies for stir-fry, too. Nice for me.

I thought maybe the groceries were coming this morning, but I remembered it’s Sunday not Monday, so I went back to bed at 8:30 for half an hour. Lazier and lazier. I chastise myself but I forigve me.

So today will be a nice day.

The other half of my blog of several days ago is coming.

I’ll worry tomorrow..