Events of the week

I am coming to realize that I don't post to really share things. I'm using this as a personal log of the things that happen. A journal of events and thoughts, if you will. I usually don't write stuff down, even those things I want to remember. As I get older, I realize that there are more and more things that I don't want to forget, and this blog is as good as any other forum for me to remember things. Of course, anyone who wants to take a look can get a view of what goes on in my mind and in my head. Oh, well. One of the many risks of putting things about your life on line.

This week. As I wrote a couple of posts ago, Tommy and Jenni got married. Monday morning I picked up the maid of honor, Miriah, and we met Tommy and Jenni for breakfast. Wonderful. Took them to the airport, etc. I spent the rest of Monday and Tuesday doing very little and sleeping a whole lot.

Do you ever have days where you completely forget what day of the week it is? You're doing things, you have appointments and meetings, but you get down to it and you realize you don't actually know what day of the week it is? That's been this week. I knew I had to be somewhere the day after my rest day, and after that, the days slipped past me.

Wednesday I drove up to New Jersey to meet with my boss and discuss my future in the company. The meeting wasn't until the next day, but he wanted me to get there earlier to take me out to dinner and meet some of the other associates. That's when the days just slipped past. Wednesday, dinner. Thursday, meeting. After lunch and signing my new contract, I drove up to see one of the client sites with Tim. Spent the rest of the afternoon there. Started driving back, but the traffic was NUTS. So Tim and I decided to stop for dinner. I decided not to drive all the way back to Richmond, so I spent the night at a Marriott in Bridgewater. I had company and did not sleep alone. That always messes me up. I hardly ever sleep well with someone else in the bed. Much better being by myself. Maybe that's why I scrambled my days. Anyway, back to the story.

Left the hotel the next morning and drove home. Now, if you're keeping track, you realize I drove home on Friday. Until after I spoke with Brian on the phone, I would have SWORN that it was Thursday. I either lost a day melted a couple of days together. Nonetheless, I was a bit confused. It threw me off a bit. I still have to remind myself that it's now Saturday, not Sunday. That's what happens when you've had 2 weeks that have been completely crazy without an underlying routine to keep things on track.

Now I know when I am... I think.