I just woke up with a start and realized it’s Tuesday morning at 2:57 AM. That’s not unusual because Tuesday at 2:57 AM happens almost every week at our house.
I also just realized that that means that last night was Monday night. Monday night also occurs most weeks.
Sadly, I also just remembered is that I was supposed to go to choir rehearsal Monday night at 7:00 PM.
I honestly don’t remember exactly what I was doing at 7:00 PM last night. I was either slipping into a hot bathtub with a load of Epsom salts or I was watching the season one (from 1961) finale of Supercar starring Mike Mercury, but I am quite certain that I was not at the Church singing.
I should probably send some sort of apology to our choir director for gelling on choir practice. I do, however, think I have a couple of pretty good excuses reasons for forgetting.
- I really needed the Epsom salts. Really.
- I distinctly remember not seeing the season one finale of Supercar, starring Mike Mercury when I was ten years old. That has haunted me for the last fifty-eight years and I had a chance to get rid of my recurring nightmares about having not done so.
Oh, I suppose it could be attributed to some sort of senior moment thing, but I like my reasons better.
At any rate, Now I’m up and awake. Normally, I would go back to bed and lay there in the dark for an hour or so and wonder why I am not asleep. However, these are not normal times and I’m not sure how that would work out.
Especially since I just remembered that I also missed the season two (from 1962) premiere of Supercar, starring Mike Mercury.
Popcorn, anyone? Anyone? Anyone at all?
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