What *was* I thinking?

[mdlbear]

So, after I got over my initial confusion, it took me about six hours to reverse-engineer the unlikely chain of thought that led to my showing up a day early to pick up my mother at the airport.

It goes something like this: late the week before last, after getting email with our group's presentation dry-run schedule, and after sending myself Mom's itinerary from home, I managed to work out that the dry run came on the middle day of her stay (Thursday). But over the weekend, after a week of not taking a second look at the schedule, I somehow managed to convince myself that the dry run was Wednesday. So when I was reminded of the correct date yesterday at our morning staff meeting, I somehow failed to correct my wrong memory of Mom's arrival date.

I also discovered, when I got back to the office, that the reason I'd written down 386 for the flight number (which was actually 322) was that it's what the flight tracker showed as the plane's airspeed in knots. I'd been starting to think I'd simply hallucinated it.

At least it was a day early. None of which really accounts for my copying down the flight number last night without noticing the "Wed. AM" in large red letters on the next line.

Comments

[lysana.livejournal.com]

Don't worry too much about it. A few years ago, I thought I was booked for a flight out of SFO. I was supposed to be flying out of SJC. Cost me $100 to resolve the situation to where I could fly out of SFO, since there was no way shy of teleportation for me to make the flight I was slotted for.

[roaringmouse.livejournal.com]

Drink more coffee? Or get more sleep??

Sigh!!!!