That’s what my daughter says I am—Calendar Challenged.  That issue first came into focus when I was writing the first Beaumont book.  I convinced myself it was Saturday in real life because it was Saturday in the book.  Turns out it wasn’t Saturday at all, and the kids had to set me straight.  The same thing happened again earlier this year when, while working on a book, I had my computer’s calendar set on another year. My daughter wasn’t thrilled when I suddenly decided her birthday was on a Saturday instead of on a Tuesday. 

This morning’s case of being Calendar Challenged was one for the books, as it were.  I woke up convinced it was Saturday morning and that I had somehow neglected to write this week’s blog.  Part of the problem is that the last two weeks with weekend celebrations and mid-week holidays have left me totally out of sync with the real passage of time.  I would have checked my watch to be sure what day it was, but it turns out I was also having an attack of vertigo. In my spinning world, reading my watch right then was out of the question.

I spent a lot of this morning snoozing on my chair in the family room.  When we finally got around to eating something, it was Mary’s dinner time, so what we had—leftover Shepherd’s pie—wasn’t really breakfast, brunch, lunch, or dinner. 

At this point, I’m still a little wonky as far as walking is concerned, but I’ll still get my ten, probably by marching in place in my chair. (If my watch counts them as steps, I’m going to count them as steps!)

So Happy New Year everybody.  Maybe when I wake up on New Year’s Day my interior calendar will have reset itself, and I’ll be back on the right track.