I can see that you're feeling a bit out of sorts. You can't put your finger on what's the matter, but you're misspeaking, dropping things, and all day it's felt like Thursday, when it's actually Friday.
Maybe it's the nearness of Christmas and your inexplicable fear of reindeer. Or perhaps the weather is changing--it being December--and your wardrobe won't accommodate the cold. Or maybe you're having your midlife Flowers for Algernon moment, and this is the beginning of some awful, drawn-out neurological decline.
But what if I told you that I had the cure for it all? The one thing on earth that would make you feel like Friday on Friday? Well, friends, I have just the thing: a beautiful engagement of Common Time by Eileen Tabios, that fantastic poet and renowned oenophile, which appears in the scorching new number of Galatea Resurrects. But don't take my word for it: get on over there and have a look for yourself.
Eileen Tabios Engages Common Time by Chris Pusateri