Well, it's a banner day for the Shark Religion, for the Shark Messiah has come.

In human, that is ME news, all day today I thought it was tomorrow. That's not a nonlinear, hole-in-reality time thing or a non-duality, time-is-an-illusion thing. I just thought it was tomorrow. In fact, since I'm writing this after midnight, it IS tomorrow, so I suppose that means yesterday I thought it was today, but now it is today, so I'm even more confused.

... Hey, what about those Sharks, eh? Eh?

At any rate, I worked myself to dropping Tuesday night, thinking it was Wednesday night, in some attempt to finish my projects by the long weekend so that they could go into product review. Thing is, I didn't realize until noon today that I'd somehow woken up in a Wednesday kind of a day rather than the Thursday kind of a day I had expected. To make matters worse, once I had proved to myself that it was Wednesday by yelling out the window at a small child, "You there! What day is it!?" and received my Christmas goose some hours later, I walked outside to where our garbage cans live and discovered that they had been placed to the curb for pickup. Since trash collection is always on Friday morning and cans are placed out Thursday night, I had a sudden, dizzying sense of temporal vertigo and a desire for revenge against said apple-cheeked urchin.

But then I remembered that Monday is a holiday, and so next week, Tuesday is my Monday. And for some reason that means trash pickup the week previous is completely screwed up and shifted a day earlier.

I passed out slide rules before I started writing this. Please use them if you get lost.

The point is, today was Wednesday. If I play my cards right, my reward for working Tuesday night is having most of Friday off. But I gave up my creative time for it, which I'm not that pleased to have done. And honestly, even though I'll enjoy Friday, it's not worth the cost.

The concept of creating space, the hard rules of the concept, I feel I've let slide. Without the commitment to the time and the keeping of that date with myself, apart from any other impinging factors, it's just a bunch of minutes slung together that I may or may not use as I'd planned. And that doesn't work for me. The message I give myself is that my commitments to those activities are of a lower priority, when really the opposite is true.

So this weekend, I'm back to Creating Spaces and keeping to their creation and the rules of what happens inside them, and what does not happen outside of them. It's a system that works extremely well for me, better than any other system by far. But it only works if I use it correctly.

I'll also be worrying about streamsandpools, who seems to have contracted Dengue Fever from her trip to the Amazon, but who really has Tonsillitis from her trip to Berlin. I think the first thing sounds more exotic, though.

See you back here tomorrow, which is Friday, right?