It is NOT Saturday!

Retirement creates the illusion that the days of the week are jumbled up and arrive arbitrarily. Many of them seem to be Saturday. Today is Friday and what a Friday, I might add. Even so I  keep getting the impression it is Saturday and I am way behind on everything. I am way behind on everything to be honest but Saturdays are the precursor to Sunday and I clean our church building on Saturdays. Today seeming to be Saturday has given me several mini panic attacks and then, to take the cake, I tried to download something onto my mother's computer that totally whacked up internet explorer and I was working on-line at the same time and trying to get work hours for next week and thinking thoughts that pretty much looked like this: *&&^%$  ((*&^^%. Two and a half hours of not knowing what the heck I had done to this computer were two and a half hours too many. As soon as my shift ended I did the "go back" to earlier today and everything went back to where it was before my exceptionally clever self sat down and created the mess. Oh my! I am not a clever girl when it comes to how things work. I believe I am spatially dyslexic and technologically retarded. That did not stop me from trying, mind you. And on  my mom's computer? What was I thinking? Oh yeah, I wasn't thinking. Actually my thinking went something like this: why not download this program while I am at work, on my mom's computer and don't have a freaking idea what I am doing. Things don't change much. I am stuck in the 5th or 6th grade or maybe even at 7 years old. During this entire experience I clinched up numerous times thinking it is Saturday and I am far behind the curve. My hair is not blonde and I am considered intelligent. Whatever! When the ball starts rolling down the hill it picks up speed,darlings, it picks up a  lot of speed. I'm just saying!