Okay…it’s official…Thursday is the new Friday. I woke up this morning and thought it was Friday (seriously didn’t realize it was Thursday until about 10 a.m. and 4th cup of coffee). Then I noticed a couple of comments by other foggy-minded bloggers, who couldn’t believe how long this week seems. Finally, I was just shopping for tonight’s dinner (that’s right, I’m NOT cooking and proud of it) at Piquant, one of my favourite haunts in Ocean Park (awesome butter chicken and chicken samosas), and the shop girls, Shawna and Sasha, were saying how long this week has been.
Is it just me, or is the universe turning down the oxygen supply and dimming the sunlight for a long winter’s nap?