It was a weird day today.

I remembered to write 2018 in everything, which is way ahead of schedule for me, but I kept thinking it was Thursday.

As much as I love holidays, being off my schedule always makes me feel like it’s a day later than it really is.

Everyone else feels like it’s Monday on Tuesday, but I keep feeling it’s Wednesday.

Luckily, I had the lovely treat of an extra half hour that magically arrived in my day, and stole a half hour of editing for my third book. It felt decadent and selfish, but carried me through my Wednesday/Thursday confusion until it was time to go home.

For the kids, it’s Saturday everyday right now, and they’ve started to ask when they can go back to school.

Luckily, I can say soon guys, soon.