Twenty-Four Hour Glitch

I lost another day this week. Tuesday, I think it was. Skipped right from Monday to Wednesday. Should have been at a birthday party, niece or nephew? I don’t remember. Guess it doesn’t matter too much at that age. Give them a card with a five or a ten in it. No skin off me. Maybe I did go though since the wallet is a little light this morning. Not that it means much. I’m usually out a few after I lose a day. Hopefully I didn’t say anything too angry or revealing or, well, too anything. It’s not like I can walk up to people and say “Hey, I have a memory problem and sometimes I jump right over a day without any idea what happened, so did I insult you or anything? Go ahead, you can tell me.”