One of the strangest things about being retired is that weekends still feel like weekends and holidays like holidays, even though they're not much different than just regular days. Except a few.
Take last week.
Thursday there was football in the afternoon. The next day, same thing. The next day must be Monday, right?
Wrong. The next day was Saturday. Who knows what Sunday was.
Today is Monday. Finally. I'm sure. I looked it up.
And this evening da Bears play.
No escape from the day after that.
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