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So, we got up early and got all ready to face our first day back at work. ("what?" you say. Wait for it...) ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor gave me a ride out to the airport to fetch back the van (it's safe to leave a car in the employee lot for a week during snow season where it's not safe to leave it here in our apartment lot), and on the way we were listening to the radio. The early morning classical music DJ signed off with "join me next Sunday..." We looked at each other and went "...Sunday?" We listened a little longer and the person reading the weather said, "...and for tomorrow, Monday, the forecast is..."
It's Sunday. Again. This reminds me of that Flying Yorkshireman story where there's a 'miracle' and the little coal-mining town is given a month of Sundays to rest up in.* This really feels amazing. We both feel a bit stupid for having made the same mistake, but it's kind of understandable given the disorientation of riding on the train all day and night - but at the same time it feels so wonderful to have another day we hadn't expected! :) By 7:30AM I'd mopped all the floors and by 8:30 made us a feed of pancakes. And for the last two hours I've been reading stuff on Wiki about Star Trek (because heavens knows my brain can't hold enough Trek trivia) and trying to catch up on my flist and a couple of fanfics. I might even get a start on reading all the Yule recs, today!
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*The story was "Never Come Monday" in "The Flying Yorkshireman (and nine other stories about Sam Small)" (Originally titled "Sam Small Flies Again.") by Eric Knight, who also wrote "Lassie Come Home". Knight wrote a foreword for this edition which credits Sam Small as being a folklore character of Yorkshire, not his own invention - sometimes he's an everyman, and just a bystander to a story, other times he's the main character and has amazing things happen to him. It's one of those books which made a huge impression on me when I was a kid because my father read it to me and my brothers as bedtime stories, but it can't be referenced like The Jungle Book or Alice In Wonderland because not everyone else has read it... which just seems a shame, to me. I should have written that fanfic for the story "Strong in the Arms" when it was in my brain.
eor gave me a ride out to the airport to fetch back the van (it's safe to leave a car in the employee lot for a week during snow season where it's not safe to leave it here in our apartment lot), and on the way we were listening to the radio. The early morning classical music DJ signed off with "join me next Sunday..." We looked at each other and went "...Sunday?" We listened a little longer and the person reading the weather said, "...and for tomorrow, Monday, the forecast is..." It's Sunday. Again. This reminds me of that Flying Yorkshireman story where there's a 'miracle' and the little coal-mining town is given a month of Sundays to rest up in.* This really feels amazing. We both feel a bit stupid for having made the same mistake, but it's kind of understandable given the disorientation of riding on the train all day and night - but at the same time it feels so wonderful to have another day we hadn't expected! :) By 7:30AM I'd mopped all the floors and by 8:30 made us a feed of pancakes. And for the last two hours I've been reading stuff on Wiki about Star Trek (because heavens knows my brain can't hold enough Trek trivia) and trying to catch up on my flist and a couple of fanfics. I might even get a start on reading all the Yule recs, today!
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*The story was "Never Come Monday" in "The Flying Yorkshireman (and nine other stories about Sam Small)" (Originally titled "Sam Small Flies Again.") by Eric Knight, who also wrote "Lassie Come Home". Knight wrote a foreword for this edition which credits Sam Small as being a folklore character of Yorkshire, not his own invention - sometimes he's an everyman, and just a bystander to a story, other times he's the main character and has amazing things happen to him. It's one of those books which made a huge impression on me when I was a kid because my father read it to me and my brothers as bedtime stories, but it can't be referenced like The Jungle Book or Alice In Wonderland because not everyone else has read it... which just seems a shame, to me. I should have written that fanfic for the story "Strong in the Arms" when it was in my brain.