I’ve frequently lost track of time in the last couple decades. Something triggers me and I go away, far away. So far away I don’t remember going or coming back, or being away.

But now I’m losing track of what day it is just because I’m not connected to the world in a schedulized way.
Before I started living in my little camper I had several white boards on my walls and several calendars. It took that much repetition of the day and the tasks for that day for me to remember (re-remember after a far far away visit) what I needed to get done that day.
Now I no longer have the white words and calendars, I don’t have the space for them. And I’m losing track of what, where, and when I am.