Oh, the conversations at our house. I think if Alexa or the Google Hub were listening to us, as some think they do, Vince and I would both have been committed by now.
Last night . .
Vince: Is tomorrow Wednesday or Thursday?
Vince: Then . . is today Tuesday or Wednesday?
Me: Today is Monday!
Of course, it was Wednesday but if “tomorrow” is Thursday, today has to be Wednesday but I know what he was doing . . he didn’t think tomorrow is really Thursday and without saying “You’re wrong!”, he was trying to get me to realize it was Tuesday so tomorrow is Wednesday but .. it was Wednesday so tomorrow is Thursday . . I think!
I said “It doesn’t really matter, does it?” Vince said “YES! It does matter . . I like the special at the Mexican restaurant better on Thursday than on Wednesday!
Twenty years ago, if someone had told us we’d be having these types of conversations today, we would never have believed it.
I do have a wall calendar for next year and it starts with December. I’m hanging it in my bathroom and the first thing I will see each morning is the day of the week . . no more wondering and guessing.