Monday, Monday. It's borked the week.

I’ve got today off.

Unfortunately, that’s about it.

The Saturday that was spent in various fitting rooms kind of threw a wrench into the established schedule, and that usually means that the person who requested the day off is going to have a series of weeks that go by with only one off day in strings of seven until it corrects itself.

And because I requested a Saturday off, that means it’s me! Yay! Not.

( If nothing else, I’ve got a strategy. Just a tad ambitious, but hey. )