Time, in some respects, was not on my side last weekend.
I woke up Saturday morning at about 4:30 after a fairly good night’s sleep. I hadn’t been out for a walk in a while, so I checked the temperature and found it was about 15C, so I decided to hit the road.
It wasn’t a long walk, but it was about 30 minutes. Came back, had a bite to eat, did some stuff on the computer, then decided to go for another walk.
This one was about 6:30 and was about the same length, so it was just after 7 a.m. when I got back to my apartment.
I turned on the radio and was a little surprised that CFIS wasn’t playing the usual gospel shows.
That’s right.
At some point between going on for my first walk and coming back from my second one, I completely forgot what day it was, and was thinking it was Sunday morning.
A quick look at the calendar on my watch set me straight, but I still couldn’t figure out why I would have thought it was Sunday already.
I mean, I wasn’t complaining because it meant I still had two days left in the weekend and there were a few things I could do on Saturday that I wouldn’t have been able to do on Sunday.
The really bizarre thing was while I was on one of my walks that morning, I was thinking about the lunch I had with a friend on Friday, which I knew was the day before. So I knew the day before had been Friday, but my mind was still sure it was Sunday morning. What a drag it is getting old. (Hey, that would be a great line for a song.)
So then I went to bed Saturday evening, knowing full well by then that it was Saturday, and woke up about 5 a.m. Sunday morning, and I knew it was Sunday morning.
What I also knew was that I felt tired already and it didn’t improve during the day. I tried to grab a nap a couple of times during the day, but I still just felt tired all day, even after going out for another early-morning walk.
By mid-afternoon, with my body still insisting it was time to go to bed but my mind saying, “No, we’re still good for a few hours,” I came to a carefully considered medical conclusion.
It has been so hot for so long in Prince George recently that my body was rebelling in some way, wanting to go into estivation. That’s my five-dollar word for the day. It’s sort of the opposite of hibernation, and refers to creatures that go into a dormant state in the summer.
Now, if you don’t mind, I’m not going to have a nap this afternoon. I am going to enter an estival state.