A few hours ago... how many hours I'm not sure... I settled in for an afternoon nap. I woke up about an hour ago (at about 8 pm CDT). It was dark outside. I kept waiting for it to get light, but it didn't. I meandered into the bathroom and took my morning meds. I located Stella and said "good morning." She replied "good evening." Oops. Now I am truly disoriented; I keep thinking I have a full day ahead of me. And now that I've taken those meds, I'll never sleep tonight.
I wish I could claim this is the first time that has happened to me, but it seems to happen about once every few years. So, going with the flow, I say "good morning" to all of you!
Listen! That sound you hear is the shredding of the social contract. - Bill Moyers
My husband says Good Morning no matter what time it is. He says it takes care of the problem....
ReplyDeleteellroon, if all those British house mysteries are true to life, the Brits use "good day" for the same purpose. But I've never heard an American say "good day," not even once. So I guess I'd better keep track of my AMs and PMs!
ReplyDeleteI always say 'good morning' because I know that somewhere it is indeed morning.
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