My wife and I took a weeks vacation. We went away for 5 days and came back with 4 more days off still in front of us. We came back without spending a week away because Donna’s sister and husband were flying up from Florida to spend the extended 4th of July weekend with us. When I say fly, I mean that he was renting a plane and piloting the 2 of them up from Cape Coral. They had to cancel because of the iffy weather. Paul only has a VFR license, so he can’t (or really isn’t allowed) to fly if there are like clouds in the sky.
Driving home yesterday seemed like a Saturday, because we always come home from vacations on Saturday, so we can decompress on Sunday before returning to work. So today felt a lot like Sunday, except I knew it was like the middle of the week in the back of my mind. Making it seem more like a Wednesday was the placing of recyclables by the curb for tomorrow’s pick-up. Normally that occurs on Thursday, but being as today was a holiday they will pick up on Friday instead. We have an early morning appointment with our financial planner tomorrow, so the alarm is going off at around 7:00 PM. The early wake up call will make tomorrow seem like a Monday, so is today Sunday? Wednesday? Or Thursday?