Weekdays are nuts. I seem to constantly be in a state of hurrying up or cramming something in half-assed or running late. This morning I couldn't (and still can't) find my glasses and I was wandering around the house looking even in the illogical places and I was thinking, I'm turning into my Aunt Janet who is always looking for her glasses and will pick up any pair she can find in a pinch. Later when Bob left for work I said: "I can't find my glasses," and he said, "You're turning into Aunt Janet."