Thanks to the fact that I am telecommuting today, Thursday looked like a Thursday, but felt like a Friday.
Normally that’s not a good thing: you’re usually looking for the opposite (is there anything more disheartening than waking up looking forward to a nice, leisurely Sunday only to realize that it’s actually Monday and you’d better get moving?) but it still worked.
© E. Stocking Evans 2014
Mom, Interrupted 