Between my schedule since, like, forever and the short holiday week here in the US, I’m spinning. All day my head thought that it was Thursday, probably because there’s one more work day before I’m off, but for one truly horrible second there I thought that today was Monday and I had two days to go before the holiday and it nearly broke me. Fortunately I was able to look at my calendar and see that there were Tuesday meetings that I remember being in (let’s not do anything simple like look at the miniature supercomputer strapped to my wrist with the day and date and time prominently displayed)
Nope, it’s Tuesday. All day. One more day of work and then it’s four days off, three of which will probably be spent putting up Christmas lights.
Let the madness begin.
