A Day Off.

The thing about my job is that I get random Monday holidays off that no one else in my family gets off.

Like Veteran's day.

I still had to pull myself out of bed and go to math class because even though I got the day off from work, I didn't get the day off from school.  And I had to go because we were having a quiz.  Except then I got there and the teacher announced that there wouldn't be a quiz after all.

But after that hour of math, I had the entire day to myself, as The Man still went to work and The Circus still had school, and I had a whole list of errands that I was planning on getting done on this weekday that I had to myself.

So after math class I went home and changed into my clothes to go to the temple, which I haven't done in way too long.  I drove over to the temple and...

the temple was closed.

So I drove to the bank to deposit a refund check.

It was closed.

The Man showed up in the afternoon and we went to the post office.

It was closed.

The Circus wanted a trip to the library after school.

It was closed.

At what point do I begin to remember that I'm home on a holiday and therefore everyone else who works in a business similar to mine is also going to be home for a holiday?

Let it be known that the day was not a complete bust.  I did manage to take a 2 hour nap, clean the papers out of my car, write the menu on the kitchen chalkboard,

vacuum, do the dishes and a load of laundry, and Target was still open.

I love you, Target.

And I got half of my new book read.

And actually made dinner.

Tomorrow I have big news.

Probably in the form of a pretty cool give away from a boutique.

You're going to want to check back for this one.