I was disoriented. Was there a special event I hadn't heard about? No. Those were my classmates. A change from Daylight Savings Time? No, that happened a couple weeks ago. And the wall clock confirmed it was 9:20, just as I'd thought. This was definitely my 9:00 Saturday class.
Wait … 9:00 class? Oh. I'd left the house at nine. On purpose. Thinking that would put me here early? No wonder I was late.
Wait … Saturday class? Then yesterday was Friday? Uh oh. I'd forgotten to write my Friday blog. Forgotten something called Friday even existed.
I unfurled my mat and settled in, resigned that chunks of information had fallen out of my brain. Another sign of aging, only natural. And honestly, I don't mind getting old, but I don't want to be late for yoga. I'm okay with getting old, but I hate forgetting about my writing. No, really, I'm fine with getting old, but don't let it interfere with my life.