Friday morning, the alarm went off, and I, in the muzziness of sleep, asked Brandus, “Is it Saturday?”
He said, (and he claims he laughed because he thought I was joking) “Yes, it’s Saturday.”
I sighed happily, and rolled back over to go back to sleep.
At which point he said, “Hey, can you take the boy today? I have a meeting.”
“Take him where?”
“To school!”
“YOU JUST TOLD ME IT WAS SATURDAY!”
That was bad enough. Having your Saturday stolen from you like that is a nasty shock.
But then this morning occurred.
I sat up and vaguely registered that the clock said 6:20am. I lay back down, and thought for a second. I distinctly remembered Voldemort and Brandus coming to wake me up the day before, which meant…
“BRANDUS! It’s 6:20!”
Quoth he, rather irritably, “So?”
“We’re going to be late for work!”
“It’s SUNDAY!”
I’m so confused. Why isn’t it winter break yet?
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