Time Warp

I usually have a pretty good sense of time, even on the weekends – I’m not usually more than a few minutes off when I guess. I felt a shift today, the first day of the weekend, which has a lot less significance that it did seven days ago. Today would have consisted of running the kids to crew practice, a regional science fair, and a piano festival. I probably would’ve also tried to squeeze in a run, some grocery shopping, and maybe an evening get-together with friends. I did manage the run after a leisurely morning with coffee and the newspaper, and I was honestly surprised when I ran by a closed nail salon and saw that the clock read 11:45. What? That can’t be right. On a normal Saturday, I’d be wrapping up my run around 9:30.

It happened again after working in the garden. I spent a while pulling up weeds in the strip between the street and the sidewalk and moved a few plants into the bare spots. I had nowhere to be, so I kept working until I finished the job. When I headed inside and checked the time, I was shocked to see that it was 5:30. I really expected it to be around 4:00. These are strange times, and I am definitely feeling off-kilter. The boundaries between weekday and weekend have bled into each other and has left me disoriented.