This week has been twenty million thousand days long, and yet somehow I am fairly certain it is Wednesday right now and not Thursday, as it absolutely needs to be. I am able to accept the idea that it is not Friday and tomorrow is therefore not a weekend, but the notion that tomorrow is somehow also not Friday is completely unacceptable. I know I whine a lot about being tired around here– the overload is starting to take its toll, y’all, and I need Winter Break to get here so I can reset myself– but I have been so tired this week that I literally forgot to write a blog post yesterday. Forgot. I have been writing more or less daily on this site for over ten years and I forgot to post yesterday. 

I feel like about four hours ago I had something else in mind that I wanted to talk about today, but I absolutely cannot remember what it is. I’m going to curl up with a book for half an hour and then go to bed so that I can curl up with that same book in bed for an hour.