Nobody seems to remember what day it is. I thought it was just me. Two weeks ago—I think it was two weeks ago—I spent a half-hour trying to convince Glenn it was Saturday. He said it was Tuesday. I was furious with him. He was gaslighting me! Tuesday? No way. That meant it was the beginning of the week and not the end. It was Saturday. I was emphatic.
I finally gave in and looked at my phone. He was right—Tuesday it was. Good news is, on Tuesdays I FaceTime with my shrink. If it couldn’t be the end of the week at least I got to talk to someone who is paid to listen.