I thought today was Friday

I feel as if a day of my life has been stolen.

I woke up today at 6:30 AM and set about my usual schedule. I managed a couple of hours of work before venturing to the office.

As I walked down Lexington approaching 110th, I heard a train pass. No worry, I thought, trains run frequently at rush hour. The station was empty considering the hour - the train took an entire ten minutes to arrive.

When it did come, I was able to cozy up against the back door. I could have sat down if I wished. When I arrived at 86th St. I was greeted by no mob. I realized then, it must be Saturday.

How did this happen? I was sure it was Wednesday on Thursday when I went out to dinner. Yesterday, an unusual number of people had asked if I was up for something - I demurred, seeking instead a quiet Thursday and an early Friday.