Yesterday was Thanksgiving in the U.S., one of my favorite holidays. It’s simply a time for family and friends to get together, have a good meal and enjoy each other whether it’s with football or something else. No gifts. Little work (just the cooking).
Paul and I were talking about the kids. I said, “… tomorrow is Sunday…” and Paul caught my error and responded while sneaking in the word “Friday.” I realized my mistake. While out and about today, I was thinking about what I needed to do tomorrow — thinking it was Sunday.
Today just doesn’t feel like Friday. I went to breakfast with my daughter, a good friend of hers and her mom who came in town from Houston. Going out for breakfast is a rarity. Before breakfast, I shopped at two stores (woke up at 5:30am for no reason) since I needed to return something at one store and the other one was next door. No crowds.
That’s all the shopping for me on Black Friday, thank you. Prefer to stick with online and no overcrowding.
Will I get my days straight again come Monday? Not so sure because I’ve got to take a kid to the doctor in the morning and go to my own appointment in the afternoon. It feels weird when mixing up the days. Date confusion happens to us — it could be vacation time, a day off, illness and missing work… anything out of the ordinary.
Happy FRIDAY! Got it right, finally.
