The Importance of a Weekend

Not that this is a real newsflash to any of you, but I’ve been surprised just how much working through my weekend has screwed up my sense of time this week. I was at the conference for Saturday and Sunday, and so my normal routine was totally off. Now that I’m back home, I’ve been having trouble remembering what day of the month we’re in, which month we’re in, and even how far into the year we are at the moment.

Does this happen to anyone else when they work through a weekend?

I think a large part of it for me is that I’m a real creature of habit. I have a routine, and as much as I like to complain about that routine from time to time, it’s a love/hate relationship. I depend on that routine to get everything done that I need to do. I know how much time I have to accomplish tasks, and I make sure they all get done on time.

Throw me out of a routine, and I flail around a fair bit, it seems.

Though this never happens to me when I take vacations, so what’s the difference? I think it’s that typically there are some “anchors” to my week, no matter what. There’s church, for one thing. Even on weeks I don’t go to church due to illness or whatever reason, many people around me attend, and so I can sense that church has happened. This week, no one was going to church at the conference. Denisa reported back to me on some of the things that had happened locally, but that was a small slice of my Sunday.

Being sick when I got back didn’t help much either.

Anyway. This is just to say that if you see me in the next bit and I seem bewildered as to the time of week, month, or year, you won’t think something’s seriously wrong with me.

Just dealing with PCCI (Post Conference Chronological Issues)

(And serious bonus points if you could identify the connection between this post and the pic I chose to lead it off with.)

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