I Thought it was Sunday!

I left at 7 am and wondered why there was so much traffic, everyone going to church? I heard on the radio it was Monday and thought he was wrong and telling people the wrong day. I still thought it was Sunday until I heard it again and finally realized it was Monday.

Troubling.

Sometimes it takes me a long time to accept a truth I think is wrong and after wonder how I could have been so wrong for so long.

To be as independent as I am, able to manage most areas of my life decently and have to accept limitations of my thought processes sucks, not an elegant term but I find it fits here.

I had thought to leave Plano on Sunday and changed my mind.

I wish I had left on Sunday.