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I am lost in spacetime, unable to remember what day of the week it is for most of today, but my brain has been CONVINCED that it was Friday.
And then I would see something that would remind me that it was only Tuesday, and Tuesday this week wasn’t my favorite day, and Wednesday isn’t looking a lot better, so you do the math.
Remember “Time Tunnel,” that cheesy, cheap 1960’s sci-fi, Irwin Allen show? And when they would push the button to pull our brave time travellers off of the deck of the Titanic as it started to tilt up out of the water or out of Pompeii as the mountain was smoking, they would spin around and around with that humongous black & white spiral thing behind them, until they plunked down at the Little Big Horn or somewhere? That’s my brain today.
Not physically dizzy, not like I’m going to fall down, but unmoored a bit, not quite fully attached to the time stream.
If we could move past this and get back to that whole “normal” thing again I would really appreciate it.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 