Yes, I am probably an idiot. Or in the middle of a novel. Which, you know, absolutely comes to the same.
It was only when I realized something that happens on Tuesdays (hush you) hadn’t happened that I went and looked at the calendar.
This is me, hitting my head on my desk repeatedly.
Wait a moment for a post on plot and timing. (I need to write it. and since I’m in Dyce Dare’s head, this will be weird.)
Mad Genius Club 
in Dyce Dare’s head?
So, it’s not a good idea to tell you to “stay sane”? [Crazy Grin]
Uh-oh. You’re right. It’s NOT Tuesday. This remodel of the wife’s office is now TWO days behind schedule.
Eh … I was so tired from yesterday, arranging with Cedar the transportation of EXTREMELY SENSITIVE CARGO, that I slept until the neighbors dogs woke me up at 5 AM, and I thought, “Oh, (blank) I’ll never get back to sleep now…’ and then I went back to sleep until my daughter opened the door at 7:30 and said, “Mom, you’re oversleeping…”
Thanks be that it’s not still Tuesday, or Tuesday Pt. 2: The Return of the Son of Monday, because— Anyway, no, it’s not Tuesday.
Although today does have many Tuesdayish elements. Weekdays exist on a spectrum…
And the epidemic threw them all out of kilter.
Don’t feel bad. I just wrote the phrase “sturdy window on every shutter.”
LOL
I have walked into restaurants with “atmosphere” that included shutters decorating the outside. With no windows behind them.
So I would certainly like to see a window on every shutter – a sturdy one.
I’m still getting used to being back to a five-day-a-week, regular schedule after working a four-day schedule at a job I was reasonably happy with.
(Money’s better at this job. I’ve got benefits. And, I have to walk two miles every day to get from the station to the office, so I’m even getting exercise!)
Most of yesterday, I was convinced it was Wednesday. Today, I’m still not convinced it was Tuesday and nobody told me anything about it.
(It doesn’t help that I’m still enjoying my long-time travelling companions of paranoia and social anxiety, so I’m having to be careful with every step I make in walking through the world.)
It’s a strange time. We’re nearing April and the weather is still mid-February. And the mid-February of my childhood when Dad would work back-to-back shifts because of flooding and mudslides. We’re all off balance.