Today is Monday.
That's a surprise, because I was expecting Tuesday.
You see, I had a Monday yesterday, when everyone else was having Sunday. Not that I did any particular "Monday" activity - I just had it in my head that it was Monday.
I insisted my son take the bins out to the foothpath (which has to be done on Monday.)
It was only this morning, as I was about to yell through my son's bedroom door that he was going to be late for his Tuesday class, that I looked at my watch and my temporal distortion became obvious even to my foggy brain.
It's not the first time I've been living in an individualised time zone, and it probably won't be the last.
Temporal anomalies are just part of life with lupus brain fog.