Is it Friday yet? Oh, it is? Hurray! It has been a crazy week here at Osan, with much upheaval and bizarre happenings. Collective spring fever? Crazy pills in the water supply? I have no idea.
This morning, I heaved a massive sigh while cleaning up 23 lasagnas worth of parmesan cheese shreds off the floor, and this conversation ensued:
Weston: That sounded like a sad sigh.
Me: Well, not sad. Tired maybe.
Me: Oh, I have a lot of things to do and it makes me tired sometimes, just thinking about all of it.
Weston (shrugging and using an eminently reasonable tone): Well, you don't have to do all that stuff today. You could do some of it tomorrow, or yesterday. Or tomorrow yesterday. Then you wouldn't be so tired.
Now, why didn't I think of that? I should totally do it yesterday. In fact, I just did. Wow, that's like magic; you wouldn't believe how much more quickly things get done when you do them yesterday!