ALL MIXED UP

Just suppose, you juxtapose date and time… early riser, back home before you’re supposed to go. A riot, that it seems my brain pauses, supposes it knows everything, but the calendar gleans the truth, the text reveals I’m all mixed up. Most of the time, I get it right, but, once in a while, my brain misfires, however, I’ll not fire the old gal - I’ve depended on her all these years!