I’m at work. It looks like the old Water’s Edge office. I’m trying to log my work time and can’t figure out why i’ve worked the 1st through the 6th. I ask Susan (from elementary school) how it can be that i’ve worked six days straight when a work week is only five days. She can’t explain but understands the dilemma. I’m really puzzled and keep looking at my wall calendar over and over. I realize that something is wrong with the calendar and some days have been removed. With a start i realize i’ve missed an appointment because of the mix-up.
I have multiple calendars so i toss the one that is ‘bad’ and move the ‘good’ one to center it now that the other is gone. I can’t decide whether to cover up my Yellow Submarine print or another charcoal drawing (i no longer remember what it pictured). I really don’t want to cover either but finally decide to cover the black and white picture. I have ANOTHER calendar and i take that one down to by where i’m sitting. The only place to hang it is on the wall behind the coat rack. I figure it’ll be okay there. As long as there are no coats hanging on the rack i can see the calendar.
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