Ahh, it’s that time of the year when I can wake up on a Monday morning, and not feel the anxious feeling of knowing that I have a finite amount of time to brush my teeth, get dressed, let the dog out, and get out on the road, before a very tiny window of time that separates a 45-minute commute from a 60+ minute commute.
For it is Confederate Memorial Day observed in the great state of Georgia, and I do not have to work today.
This is kind of like the feeling of watching your favorite sports team’s arch-rivals losing to a third party. After your favorite sports team has already lost for the day.