If I can’t remember a Sunday from five months ago then I certainly won’t remember a Monday from five months ago. When I looked back on my messages I didn’t even text anything on the 7th or the 8th. I essentially unplugged from measure. Do you know how hard that is these days? We are perpetually surrounded and consumed by devices that log our activities on a moment-to-moment basis and I still can’t find if anything of note happened on those days. It’s ironic because I use this diary to tell me what happened on those days. But I skipped (missed) two days and now I’m completely lost in the ocean of my own lived experience. Bet you I was real tired from moving apartments, though.