It’s Friday. I know that on an intellectual level. There’s a clock/calendar staring at me on this computer screen just-in-case.
On an emotional level I’m not sure what day this is. It’s probably because I took New Year’s Eve off, only had the late newscasts on New Year’s Day and came to work in a mainly abandoned TV station today. It a rhythm thing I guess. No matter what the reason it’s disconcerting.
I’ll check with my folks later, but I’ll bet calendar confusion runs rampant at the condo.
It’s tough to talk about the upcoming weekend, aka-tomorrow, when my brain is telling me it’s Monday. With two consecutive days off I should be back to normal by the ‘real’ Monday… I hope.