Continued...

Apparently it's just that my mental calendar is screwed up. Because I was walking to church this morning and I passed a car with a bumper sticker that said "I brake for Leprechauns!" and I thought, how interesting, what sort of person is so into Leprechauns that they have a bumper sticker proclaiming the fact, I mean it's not a COMMON thing to be into, maybe it's from some St. Patrick's Day thing, maybe they got it early in preparation for St. Patrick's Day next month, think I as I walk along comfortably in my skirt and short sleeves and light jacket, and then there's a moment of confusion, and then I think... wait a minute, it's not February... why did I think it was February when there is absolutely nothing February-like about this day?... except those random spring-like February days you get sometimes... but on the whole it is completely NOT February so I have no idea where the concept that it might possibly actually be February came from. This is a tad bit even more extreme than forgetting Paul McCartney's birthday, even. I blame the fact that I am no longer involved in the school system of vacations and whatnot, for possibly the first summer since I was 5: the time of year was always much more pronounced in that system. Anyway, luckily once I established that it was indeed June I remembered that it was Father's Day and could call my Dad. Dads rock, by the way, 'specially ours.