I was pretty sure it was Monday this morning, but I asked someone anyway to be sure. I was way behind schedule, but it worked out perfectly, nonetheless. However, the reason I was so behind schedule was because I discovered that my husband usually handles the clocks in the house for DST – we don’t talk about how much I despise and disapprove of this event and its existence – after I had left the house, having thought I was 20 minutes early. But I was 40 minutes behind schedule, because it wasn’t 7:35, but 8:35.
At least, it was, indeed, 7:35, but our government decided to call it 8:35 for greedy, inconsiderate, and capitalistic reasons. So, yeah…
Walking away from this train of thought now. Goodnight!
Post-a-day 2026
hannah ananas 