Knowing that Easter mass is always crowded, I kicked myself for not setting my alarm. I would probably need to stand through the whole mass but at least I was going to be at the seven o'clock mass. I was meeting a friend and after mass we were going out for breakfast. I had told her I would save a spot for her. There weren't too many cars on the road and I made every green light. I turned into the parking lot and was greeted with an empty lot; not a one car could be seen. I tried to rationalize that maybe the mass would be at 7:30 though that didn't make sense because another mass would begin at 8:30.
I looked at my watch, maybe I had looked at it wrong and I was an hour early. Nope, my watch was almost hitting seven o'clock. Why didn't I check the bulletin? Luckily I did not call my friend, though I felt like calling and asking why there was no seven o'clock mass.
Leaving the empty lot I started back home, puzzled at how I could have made such a blunder. Then, like a butterfly landing on my brain I knew instantly what was wrong. It was Saturday and not Sunday! Now, the very thought that I would confuse the days is both confusing and worrisome. How could I have thought it was Sunday? And why couldn't I have figured it out sooner? Maybe because I had been to church two days in a row and my brain thought this could be a trifecta!
In a way it was funny but the words dementia, Alzheimer's, old age, forgetfulness, stupid, etc. passed through my brain. Whatever it was, I will never know; just a case of a mistaken identity day!
Sunday morning.
Opened my eyes,
clock says I'm late,
Jump out of bed,
rush to get ready
make it to an
empty parking lot
to find out it is
Saturday, not Sunday!
Many of us dont't know what day it is!! You are not alone!
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