Nobody mentioned it. Go figure.
Usually people go on and on about the date, but not today. Today, our tutoring guy was fixed on St. Patrick's Day. Since it's the weekend and the day in question is a weekday, it should be honored early. He said it was important because everyone should celebrate Saint Patty's Day by drinking a lot and calling him (the blind guy) for a ride home.
Hey, whatever amuses him, right? He's a pretty nice guy. He deserves a free chuckle.
I think one guy at the neuro place was having a bad day. A lady kept yelling at him. That's bad news as far as I'm concerned. She ripped a mole off of my head the first day I met her. Everyone else may think she's nice, but I steer clear of her. She is truly Friday the 13th material in my book.
When we got home, J spoke to her other tutoring guy. He was a nervous wreck, thinking about doctors and lawyers and such. It doesn't get much scarier than that, does it?
Unless you're out of peanutbutter and kibble...now that's really a bad day.
They should make the first time-changing day be on Friday the 13th. Everyone's always in a bad mood that day. I'm still not used to the new time.
Is J supposed to feed me earlier or later than she used to?
Every other year she's started ahead of time, feeding me a little earlier every day accordingly, until the clocks changed. Then we'd be ready for it and it wouldn't upset my schedule.
This year, it took her by surprise. She said it happened on the wrong day or weekend or something.
Whatever.
It's time to feed me now.
Right now.
I hope you guys have had a decent day.
Cosmo
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I know, it was around 2 when I wrote the date for the gazzilionth time that it dawned on me. Weird. As for the change sneaking up on J, it did me as well although the eating bit isn't bothering me much. Not like the lack of sleep is!
I've got to say, i don't like that whole spring forward nearly as much as the fall back
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