[She wasn't going to say anything. She really wasn't. She has better things to do than talk about her own . . . inability to keep time straight, or whatever. But Dean's post gets her thinking about patterns, and she's already been thinking about safety (she is paranoid about safety - other people's, not her own).]

[To hell with it. If she looks a fool, she supposes she can live with it until someone looks more foolish.]

You know, when I got up this morning I thought it was yesterday. [She says this lightly, as if it's no big deal.] I actually did.

What I mean to say is, has anyone noticed a lack of continuity in their days? Walking somewhere and finding yourself somewhere else entirely much later in the day. Alternately, finding yourself very briefly in another reality altogether, in which case it . . . may be my fault.