August - in the middle of Nowhen

Sometimes I have the feelings like all the week days are the same and it is really hard to distinguish Monday from Friday.
Sometimes the only way to do so is to have as much luck to have partying neighbours. Like me - yesterday. I had them. So I know - when they party - it's most probably Friday.

And yesterday - yes... they were partying. And they were loud.

Working as a freelancer it's quite easy to loose track of time and it's even easier to skip weekends without celebrating it any way.

So for a little while I was happy - if they party, and it's loud - than I'm having Saturday tomorrow - I thought. And even though I couldn't fall asleep for a longer moment I was smiling to myself.

Then I woke up today and my Friend Callendar told me it was Thursday...

Why?


yup.. it's summertime - in August everybody loses track of time obviously...

But tomorrow's Friday for sure.

OA