I honestly thought it was Friday today (it’s Tuesday), the constantly juggling everything singlehanded doesn’t require knowing what day it is apparently. Dates matter, the days they fall on not so much. My calendar is filled with little markers on the numbers, I rarely even notice if it has a little F or W above it.

Also I suspect at the moment I’m trying to run out the clock on December, I’ve got a “I’m going to make it through this year if it kills me” mentality going on. I even have a theme song about it.

I like to listen to it in the car while driving to appointments I don’t want to go to, and endless visits to the farm to do work that’s mentally and physically ruining me.