Most of my life I have woken up alert. I know where I am and what day is it and within a few minutes can tell you what I am doing that morning.
Recently I’ve been very, very confused first thing in the morning, thinking it’s the weekend and sleeping through my alarm. Then slowly realising it’s actually a weekday, a middle-of-the-weekday, and I need to get up.
Perhaps it’s the sunlight which now streams through my room each morning as it is warm enough to leave the blinds open overnight. Making me think; “It’s a lovely gentle day, it must be the weekend”.
In other daylight/weather related observations, something about Sydney at the moment makes me think I’m in Arizona. No idea why, and it’s been going on for a few weeks now. Might be something about the light? Some smell in the air? The contrast from cold days 2 weeks ago to quite warm days now?
Funny thing is I’ve been to Arizona for a sum total of 5 days of my life. This time last year. And it’s not Tempe-Mesa weather I’m thinking of either (except the very early morning and late night air), no this is Flagstaff weather. I spent a sum total of 2 days in Flagstaff…
Even more odd.