Well, that certainly didn't take long.
I got up this morning, gingerly stepped over and around a meandering cat on my way to the bathroom, showered, and dressed. Sweetie's autopilot kicked in, and she dragged herself out of bed to help me make coffee and pack my lunch.
After kissing my wife goodbye and wishing her a nice day, I turned the car toward Dallas.
"Nice," I thought. "Traffic's pretty light this morning. A lot of people must've taken an extra day off from work."
There was a little voice way in the back of my brain trying to get my attention, but I couldn't hear it over the radio.
I made it to the office and parked in my usual spot. The fact that mine was the only car on my level of the parking structure didn't trouble me in the least. There's rarely more than a couple cars when I arrive in the morning, and because of today's light traffic (there's that little voice again, a little louder but perhaps speaking with its mouth full of breakfast) I'd arrived about ten minutes earlier than usual.
On the ground level, I noted the presence of a black Mercedes convertible that's always there, parked across three spaces, when I arrive. I muttered something appropriately inappropriate under my breath, like I always do.
The voice receded.
In the front door with my pass card (normal), up the elevator, into the still-dark maze of cubicles (also normal), and to my desk I went. No one around. My favorite time of the morning. While my workstation was booting, I used the time to visit the men's.
"Don't you think it's a little odd that we didn't really get a New Year's holiday?"
It was the voice.
"What?"
"New Year's Day. It was yesterday. A Sunday?"
"Yeah?"
The voice sighed.
"Look, I know we haven't had our second cup of coffee yet, but work with me. When a holiday falls on the weekend, don't we usually observe it on the following Monday?"
"Um..." I said to the restroom walls. "Oh. Crap."
My first brain fart of the new year.
At least the traffic was light for my drive back to the house.
The senses consume. The mind digests. The blog expels.
Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.
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"Idiot"? Well, maybe.
In my defense, I did manage to find my way home without any help.
Funny, I did sort of the opposite. I stayed home all day today and worried if I was wrong about it being a holiday!
That was funny. I don't think I ever went to work when I wasn't suppose to. I was always barely getting there anyway.
Don't you have some homework you should be doing?
The Random family enjoyed your tale immensely. Even knowing it was coming.
Reminds me of a wedding we attended once. Six hours late. And it wasn't my fault. (Shhhhh! She's across the room right now.)
There were actually people that had to wrok up this way on the 2nd, and some towns actually held school on the 2nd.
As for me - I'm glad I had the extra day of sleep - LOL.
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