Dealing with Time

Since the 14th of July, when I had the sense of somnabulence, I have been having difficulty dealing with time. I recall, when I was a child, some of my teachers, and my father saying that you could teach yourself to register time: when to get up, when to go to bed, approximately what time of day it is.  I can usually do that well, not necessarily needing a clock, unless I take a nap during the day.  Or, unless I am rapt in a project.

And, when I was in college and we had an interviewing course, the professor said you would get used to having 50 minute sessions.  And, I did develop that skill, and still have it, although where I work now, I seldom need it.

But since I have had that somnabulent experience, I am feeling out of sorts about time.

I can still gauge and estimate how long tasks should take, and plan accordingly.  But I am having difficulty staying focused on what day it is.  The last few evenings have had such mellow evening air, as I sit in  the back yard and read, I have to remind myself what day it is, that I have to go to work the next day, that it is not a weekend, and that I am not on vacation.

I do not have as much difficulty during the day, but I am still having to work at reminding myself what day of the week it is. I do not recall having this problem in the past.  It is as if I am floating in time and not grounded, and have to force myself to be grounded.

It is a peculiar feeling, a little disconcerting, but very relaxing.  As if, although it is a week day night, I am doing weekend time, with no stressors, worries or concerns.  It is in some ways a nice, almost comforting feeling. The only discomfort it affords me is that I will forget what day it is and forget an obligation, such as going to work!