Twice a Year

One of my many strange mind things (and, yes, apparently this week is "let the world into my brain" week) is a difficulty remembering which month we're in.

March is the first time it happens and all through the month I talk to people about it being May and they look at me funny.

*Now* is the second time it happens: I spend most of this month thinking we're in July (even writing it on cheques this weekend for Pete's sake) and then when August comes I can't figure out what happened to July because didn't we just do it for two months in a row?

I know, I'm weird. I'm used to it.