So I've been a day ahead of myself all week. But not in the good way. In the, wake up at quarter to 9 on a Sunday morning and think I'm going to be late for work kind of way. Then Tuesday I spent half the morning planning what I was going to do in my lunch hour, including going to the market and in to town, before realizing it wasn't Wednesday, and thus there'd be no farmer's market. And now today I've had to stop myself three times from signing off messages to people with 'Happy Thanksgiving!' That's tomorrow damn it. All of which means the next two days will feel like Friday, and I'm going to be beyond ready for the weekend by the time it finally drags its lazy self into view. Why can't I have more weeks that are the other way around. Where Friday pleasantly surprises me and I stumble into the weekend unawares.
I like those weeks best.
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As an addendum to this, I should mention that the Friday morning after this was posted, my alarm failed to go off. And likewise on the Saturday, though I'd carefully set it and checked the repeat alarm to include Saturday. Wasn't until the Sunday I realized what the problem had been. My alarm had been a day ahead of itself as well, and so hadn't gone off on the Friday, thinking it was Saturday, nor on the Saturday, thinking it Sunday.
How creepy is that?
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