Time warp

I feel like I'm living in a time warp.  Ever since M was in the hospital, I have lost all sense of time.

The hospital days were one big blur, each one the same as the next.  Monday seemed like Tuesday, which seemed like Wednesday until finally it was Thursday and M was able to come home.

Once M was home, she couldn't go back to work for a week, so we still didn't fall back into the work week vs. weekend rhythm that we were used to before she was sick.  Every day felt like a Saturday or a Sunday.

I was very confused . . . and I'm still confused.  Even though M is back to work on a somewhat regular schedule, I still don't know what day it is.

This afternoon I was hot and exhausted, so I laid down to take a quick nap before dinner.  When I woke up, I would have sworn it was Friday evening, not Saturday.  Fourth of July felt like a Sunday to me, even though we hadn't been to church that morning, so it couldn't possibly have been a Sunday.  Consequently I was one day off for the rest of that week.  : /

It's an odd feeling.  I'm ready to get back to life outside of the time warp.