Ya, I run into the same problem. Went to Costco, was amazed how busy they were. Told my wife when I got home. She said, ‘what day do you think it is?’. I said Friday? She said, ‘it’s Saturday’. I hate getting old..
Heck, half the time I don’t know what month it is. We had house guests a couple of weeks ago. The husband didn’t know how old he was. And he doesn’t have dementia. He finally figured it out by subtracting this birth year from 2022.
Ya, I run into the same problem. Went to Costco, was amazed how busy they were. Told my wife when I got home. She said, ‘what day do you think it is?’. I said Friday? She said, ‘it’s Saturday’. I hate getting old..
Heck, half the time I don’t know what month it is. We had house guests a couple of weeks ago. The husband didn’t know how old he was. And he doesn’t have dementia. He finally figured it out by subtracting this birth year from 2022.
When you are retired, every day is Wednesday. Too bad every nigh tis not Friday night.
Actually, I’m glad it’s not. Frau Grace and I used to go out every weekend at 9:30 and carry on till 2 or 3. These days that wouyld kill me.