What day is it?

I honestly forgot, somewhere between this morning, when it was quite foggy, and this afternoon, when it was quite hot (especially for the first day of spring), what day it was. I know, I think, that today is Tuesday, but it feels so much like the end of a Monday that I’m honestly trying to figure out if the hazy memories I have of yesterday aren’t a figment of my imagination, the fevered dream of the pneumonia I’m not entirely sure I’ve completely shaken — though I don’t feel terrible — or an implant there by some nefarious corporation, a la Total Recall. I’m pretty sure not.

It was a busy day at work, lots of stuff to do, though no meetings to fill out the day. I’ve got at least one tomorrow, though, when I’ll likely officially meet all the other development editors I’ll be working with (or near) starting in a couple of weeks.

Otherwise, it was a pretty typical whatever day this was.