True confession: I have a challenge with time. I’m pretty sure I was born without the wiring in my brain that allows people to gracefully keep track of it. This particular form of organization utterly baffles me, and is guaranteed to be the major point of contention in any quarrel with my husband, who seems to have both an internal clock and compass that keeps him in the right place at the right time, always. Which I do not. Sigh.
Did I mention I’m geographically dyslexic?
Yes, I assure you there is such a thing, but I digress.