Good morning?

Somehow last week I managed to completely misread both my presentation-dry-run schedule (our group is Thursday morning, not Wednesday) and my mother's itinerary (she's leaving on Friday, not Thursday). Now, it's possible that I simply mis-transcribed them when I sent myself that reminder email (my main calendar is at work). Or maybe I'm just getting old and feebleminded.

I get up each morning and I dust off my wits
Then I look in the paper and read the obits
And if I'm not there, I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back in bed

(From a song, the title of which I've (appropriately) forgotten, learned off an old Weavers album.)

What *was* I thinking?

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. ( probably of interest only to connoisseurs of mental confusion )

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.