It’s Friday. Friday night is pizza night. Friday night is always the night I make pizza. This is one of the rare, never-wavering and stable events in the lives of everyone at Casa de Orb.

So why is it I have fillet mignon coming to room temperature on the work table, a fresh veggie salad and homemade salad dressing chilling in the fridge, and snow peas and mushrooms waiting to be sauteed? Why did I just spend the last hour prepping these thing for dinner tonight?

Well, apparently, I forgot it was Friday.

The truly stupid thing about this is that I know very well tomorrow is Saturday. I have been talking with friends about various plans we all have tomorrow, well aware the entire time that these plans were taking place tomorrow … and that tomorrow is Saturday.

Yet I completely and totally forgot it was Friday and that Friday is pizza night, as it has been for so long, I no longer remember when it began.

I doubt there will be much complaining from the other human who lives here. Steak beats pizza any day of the week.