This is a state of confusion and for me equals a day out of sync with rhythms of life, think circadian, universe etc.
It’s been a long time since I have had one of these and at 11:00 a.m. here at 43N Latitude I am hoping it is over, although I am home now and can go into ’lay-low’ mode.
I can’t figure out why these days arrive when they do, but they are easy to spot with the very simplest morning routine things going wrong. You know like dropping something down the drain. Or the hair that was perfect yesterday won’t co-operate today, when of course you must present yourself in public.
Through a series of misadventures, too mundane to speak to, I ended up walking a distance to my 9 a.m. appointment in gale force winds.
This is what my hair looked like as walked along. (so much for coiffing)
As walked in a buffeting or possibly drunken sailor fashion I thought about all the things that had already gone wrong when I saw this:
A sturdy old house and though the decorations caught my eye, it was the two soldiers on the upper deck that prompted the thought, This house is protected against wind and probably discombobulation.
It took a couple of hours to correct the effects of the big D and I guess that’s the point: when these times arise, step up, fix what you can, and rejoice that the state of discombobulation is temporary.
From north of 43 here, wishes for a good day for you all.