What Day Is It?

Seriously, what day is it? This morning, I asked my lovely girlfriend if she had gotten to work yet. She responded that it is Saturday. I think that spreading travel over two days is to blame for my lack of time awareness. If I have had to drive to an airport, fly to various cities, take trains around said cities, ferry into a different country and ride my 30-year-old ass on a big yellow school bus to a dormitory, then I should be forgiven for overlooking the fact that two days come between Friday and Monday.

Anyway, I suppose Day 2 (or Day 4, according to my estimations) of our venture into Canada has come to a close. We finally made it to Victoria, which is on Vancouver Island fyi (I may have told some people that we would be in Vancouver and I may have told others Victoria, but, in the words of my lovely girlfriend, “Meh, six of one…”). And tomorrow we have a full day of practice, gym and everything else rugby. But now it's time for sleep.