I'm late with today's blog. This isn't as bad as it could be, given that I'm five hours ahead of North America, but definitely not good for our European readers.
(I don't have confusion pictures, so you get a random selection. You can click on them to make them larger. The Christmas break is my genealogy time. The photo on the right is ancestors of my husband. If I'm right about who the woman is she married twice. How old would you say they are? She looks so careworn it's hard to tell.)
It's that calendar switch over time that does me. Does anyone else get confused by it? I write upcoming things at the end of December, but when I put up January I sometimes forget to sync the two.
Then there's the double trouble of holidays that aren't weekends. Not that weekends mean much to the hermit-like writer, but there is a difference that usually makes itself felt. But with holidays in the middle of one week, then the middle of another, I don't know where I am!
Does anyone else have this problem? Do any of you have nifty ways of overcoming it?
(Here's a drawing of a Regency gentleman. Do you think him hero material? How about coming up with a name for him?)
Why does my brain keep telling me it's the middle of January rather than the beginning? Wishful thinking, I suppose. But the days are getting longer!
I did remember to put up a New Years newsletter. If you're interested, you can read it here.