The end of October, the hockey game on Thursday, the fantastic Danny Elfman show last night at the Hollywood Bowl, deadlines at work, the Chief’s off week, family in town for the concert and hockey game…
It’s played “fifty-two pickup” with my schedule, and more importantly, my perception of my schedule.
For better or for worse, all evening I’ve had my internal clock telling me that today was Saturday, which is great because I could really, really use tomorrow to chillax and kick back.
Tomorrow’s Monday. Tomorrow’s Halloween. Tomorrow’s payroll, and month end.
“Good thing I’m having such a great time doing so many things,” he said, dazedly, still slightly in shock. “Otherwise I could be double booking panic attacks and nervous breakdowns!”
Oh, and then NaNoWriMo starts on Tuesday…