I feel like a fool. I told almost everyone I was flying to Kota Baru this weekend for a talk. I cancelled my violin class. I stayed up late working furiously to prepare for the two talks. I got crabby and worried during my illness last weekend whether I would recover in time to fly and walk. Only to find out today that I got the dates wrong. I'll be flying next Friday and not tomorrow. For some reason, my mind was convinced it was this weekend. I checked the air ticket two nights back but checked the flying out times and flying back times rather than the date.
What a silly billy.