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When Saturday is Sunday

Blown right past August 19, 2012.

“Great Custer’s ghost!” I exclaimed profibbously when I learned that my faster-than-light jaunt back to the Bagel Nebula had screwed up the normal flow of time around my ship to the point that my typical Sunday blog posting actually occurred on the following Saturday! “Great Custer’s goose! Whatever will I do now!?”

There was only one thing to do: I hung myself upside-down from the ceiling, bat-like, and waited for Sunday to arrive.