As we went around the table and described our days, I smiled. Surrounded by my loving family, it was turning out to be a great start to the weekend.

Then a cold feeling began to creep over me. Almost like a drafty floor slowly sending a chill up through your feet and eventually striking your spine.

I realized that it was not the start of the weekend. It was not good. Not good at all. It was Thursday night, not Friday. One more day stood between me and the weekend.

I do not know about you, but forgetfulness sounds like a horrible ailment. A horrible ailment that most certainly deserves a day off.