Three day weekends are the greatest. I even whistled as I drove into work this morning! To know me is to understand the enormity of my previous statement. When I pulled up into the parking lot it hit me that I had an entire day's work waiting for me and I hadn't even walked in the door yet. It all kinda went downhill from there...
Now, I KNOW today is Tuesday, May 27th, but for the life of me I couldn't stop looking at the calendar and thinking it was Monday, May 26th. I'll be honest, I haven't a clue how many times I entered the incorrect date today. I'm fairly efficient and there was NO WAY I was double checking all my work. Especially when my in-bin still resembled a paper avalanche threatening to bury me when I left today. But on the brighter side, maybe Friday will feel like Thursday and my mind will be tricked into thinking I have another three day weekend?
Traffic was pretty light today, probably because half the population of Pennsylvania is still partying it up and lounging around on the sand down the shore while I'm stuck drudging my way back and forth to work. I got home early and snagged Thaddeus lounging in the window with his tail twitching, staring longingly at the baby birdies he'd just love to innocently visit up close and personal like if I would just let him outside, which I WON'T. He's become calmer since the snip, snip, pop, pop, stitch, stitch. (neutered, for those who aren't in the know.) Poor baby. I've removed his very essence of maleness and turned him into a eunuch. But he's just SO much more snuggly now that he doesn't try to gouge out my eyes, lips, or arms when I cuddle with him!
I happened to glance out the window when I walked over to pet Thaddeus. I did a double take. Then a triple take. Now, I know that people like to customize their vehicles in all manners these days. Neon lights, skull hood ornaments, brake light covers, blinking plate covers, etc... I don't care what other people do, but I'm personally not much into all that. The only customizing my truck gets is when I have to careen to a sudden stop on a steep downward curvy hill for the sneaky school bus that malevolently appears on random days, causing my travel mug of perfectly brewed coffee to fly out of my cup holder and spray the dashboard, radio, and rug. If I'm really lucky my pants get customized too, which is accompanied by a fair amount of yowling from the pain of second degree leg burns and muttering about the audacity and sheer insanity of the parents who ALLOW their kids to be picked up for school so early. I'm forced to stare at the beautiful glistening droplets of my lifeline, my life's BLOOD, clinging to the interior of my truck so tantalizingly close, yet so far away. Some mornings I'm so desperate I'd like to try to lick it up but even my sleep deadened brain knows that other people might see my desperation as something else and might be totally grossed out and feel like vomiting, or worse, actually do it, and it really wouldn't do to see THAT so early in the morning, so I refrain.
But I digress...
As I was snuggling and smothering Mr. T with kisses I glanced out the window. I confess it took me a minute or two to process what I was looking at through my "I know it's Tuesday but feels like Monday" mentality. I have to admit I'm not getting what they were trying to say here.
I feel so bad for that hot red spoiler with the black racing stripes. I bet the poor thing was once sitting on a beautiful sports car and must be crying inside at the level of insult it's being shown late in life. But I'm always one to admire a person who has strength of character to rise above ridicule with a strong "I don't give a damn what anyone says about me" , all of which I'd need in SPADES to take a ride in this thing, let alone actually drive it!
I think I'll be very relieved when this Tuesday that feels like a Monday ends. Maybe tomorrow morning will greet me with a sense of relief that I've made it through a very surreal kind of day with my usual equanimity intact.
