Wheeeeeeere's your head at?

I have a hard enough time knowing what day it is in the world.  
Where I am supposed to be at any given time. 
What things the kids are doing. 
What I'm supposed to be doing that day.  If I can remember what day it is.


hell, I struggle putting a coherent sentence together (and yet here I am, choosing to do it on a regular basis. go figure)


Yet, it gives me a perverse little giggle to know that thanks to using an American site for this stream of consciousness I post in the past.

Take that Marty McFly!  I don't need no stinking DeLorean for this here time travel.   :OD