End of May

It's June tomorrow. I know you know that, but it seems to have crept up on me and then shouted in my ear to startle me. I'm really starting to think I have some kind of early onset dementia because I genuinely can't remember the last time I was actually aware of what day of the week it was, much less having some kind of concept of what the date was. I mean, having babies in the house will do this to you, but Jesus, man, this is actually quite worrying. Maybe I've been smoking weed without realising it, and that's why my concept of time has got a little messed up. Or maybe I should start smoking weed and that will straighten me out a bit. Yes, I'm sure that's the sensible answer. A baby in the house, an energetic 4-year-old son, a wife who works for the NHS, me with a history of weird mental states at times, and me with a job that has a strict 'no drugs' policy; that sounds like a perfect scenario for someone to start indulging in marijuana.
I genuinely have no idea what I'm typing about anymore, so I'm going to put the kettle on and hope for a decent start to June tomorrow....

RC 31-5-23