I come downstairs, flip on the coffee maker and turn up the shitty local news (Really? Dale Gilbert makes my mornings tolerable. But this snarky little turd needs to be moved to an obscure Graycourt station.)
And then I realized I had absolutely no idea what day it is. No clue. I’m pretty sure it’s Wednesday. It’s not. But, to my utter delight – it’s Thursday. Win.