Hey, this is Saturday, huh?

If you aren’t working and don’t have any weekly commitments to keep, one day looks pretty much like another.  At least it does around here. Neither the kid or I work so, really, what difference does the day of the week make? None that I’ve been able to discern.

I have had two markers of the days of the week, though:  Monday, when the Mexicans come to do all the work I can’t do;  Thursday, when the Mexicans come pick up the garbage.  I can’t do that, either.  But those things are tenuous at best. On Friday morning, I can’t remember if the garbage Mexicans came yesterday or the day before, and why should I be able to?  What difference does it make?

Right.  None.

As long as we’re talking about this, the time of day doesn’t matter, either.  Who gives a crap?  I have no place to go and nothing to do when I get there, so what time it is doesn’t much interest me.  Too, on the occasions where I have a medical or other appointment, those are always over by ten in the morning or I’m not going…so…even on days when I have, say, a medical appointment…by mid morning, it’s like it never happened.

Then for the past month or six weeks or two months, or whatever it’s been, I began going to physical therapy five days a week, Monday thru Friday.  I go when they open, at 7.30.  I can go pretty much any time I want to, they’re open all day and will take care of me when I show up, but I’m an extreme morning person, so I go as early as I am able.  By 9:00 every morning I’m all done for the day.

No PT on the weekends, because they’re closed.

But I had a light bulb moment just yesterday that relates to this silliness.  I was sitting here late last evening, thinking I better get to bed because I have to go to PT in the morning…then it hit me…

OHNOI DON’T!

I felt relief. 

Not like your dentist cancels your appointment, just relief that I didn’t have to pay any attention to the clock in the morning.  (Never mind that the attention I pay to it, so that I get to PT at or before 7:30, is an artificial one, generated entirely by myself to suit myself. I COULD go any time.)

So, if I can change the time I begin and don’t, then it must not be the time itself that is important to me. Yes, I’m up early so I like to do things early, but there have been times that I’ve had a medical appointment at 7:00 (I insist on those being early to, or I simply will not go) and didn’t get to PT till after 8:00 and that was just fine…though, now that I mention it out loud like this, I do remember feeling like I was late to “work.”

I think “work” might be the key element with this.

Or, rather, the structure of a type of work, even though it’s only for an hour and a half five days a week.  I love going to PT, but it’s always a bit tempting not to go. I have the fleeting thought in my head every single day: hey, you ain’t gotta shave, shower, dress and head over there if you don’t want to.  And then I do…because…well, first, it’s good for me…and, second…it’s what I DO…now and, third…it gives me someplace to go that I actually want to go at…of.  You get what I’m saying.

It’s the structure I think I’m enjoying. I mean, not only do I know when the weekend is here, but I have it to look forward to…well, except I only think about it on Friday evenings…hmm…

Well, I think that’s what is going on…not that it really makes any difference.

Not even to me…or not very much.