Tomorrow is Thursday. That may not mean much to you, but is about the only amount of time I can keep track of. Today is Wednesday; tomorrow is Thursday. What date is it? Ur. . .I can guess?
I do not know what happens on the 19th.
But I know that “tomorrow” I was asked to work in the morning, and “Thursday” I always have an English consult at 1:30 and a Physics lab at 3:00. I know what homework I could work on tomorrow–though less of it, now that I’m working in the morning.
I know that “next Monday” is my last day of classes before Thanksgiving break, but I don’t know “date” that is. I know I’ve been invited somewhere “this Saturday”, “Monday evening”, and “Tuesday at 1:30” of next week. But I do not know the dates.
I know we have a Medical Terminology exam the Monday after Thanksgiving, and that our “Cultural Competencies” need to be done by that Wednesday. But I do not know the dates. Will we be into December by then? I don’t know.
I had thought–hoped–that by making myself include the date in every post, I would gradually learn to keep track of it. It’s not happening. I still haven’t got a clue. I can only tell you–generally–that we’re somewhere around halfway through the month.
I can tell you that a volt is a coulom per second, that the muscle that pops out of your neck is your sternocleidomastoid, that there is 3 tsp. in a tablespoon, that I wear a size 7 1/2 shoe, and how to make your own witch hazel. . .but I really, really cannot tell you the date.