What a strange weekend this long weekend seemed to be.
We usually have our thanksgiving supper with relatives in Craven on the Sunday of the long weekend, but this year, for some reason, it was held on Saturday. We picked up our granddaughters on Saturday and took them for supper and then kept them overnight. All day long felt like a Sunday to me because that’s when we usually have the Thanksgiving meal.
Then on Sunday, it felt like another Sunday, which it was, so that was a good thing. Thank goodness the Blue Jays game made things a little more bearable.
Then yesterday felt like another Sunday, and an ugly one at that. Talk about a dreary, snowy day!
I have always been a person that hates a Sunday. My dad always said it was his favorite day of the week, which never made any sense to me. I love the hustle and bustle of a busy weekday and on Sunday things just slow down to a snails crawl.
So this weekend felt like my least favorite day of the week for three straight days. I felt like I was in some king of boring movie.
Oh well, at least today is Tuesday, which for all intents and purposes is really the Monday of the week.
It’s still confusing, but at least I’m out of the Sunday mode.