The thing is that these days string together so much. It's hard to tell what day it is. Working almost every day, even if it's not for very many hours, tends to throw that methodical equilibrium off. Maybe that's what this week is. Adjusting, as if to a climate or altitude. Let's hope so ;)
At any rate, one is bound to forget what day it is when one works in the morning and goes to church in the evening... and it's actually Saturday.
I'm also remembering another skyline today and how it was changed forever. Has it been 15 years? I've just been looking at pictures of 'then and now'. They're a few years old, but the meaning is the same. September 11. We won't forget.