Everything is April.

They say sometimes time stops. I agree. It literally does. For me, everything is April. I can gather my things, write in my calendar, make meals, and tend to the daily things. But literally in my brain everything is April.

I said something to my student in May about "well, when it gets to be May then..." and they just blinked back at me and were like, "Miss Wever, it is May." And in June, I sat with the teachers around a table to Six Flags on the class trip, all gloating that the water park was closed, and I said, "I bet they open it in June" by which they again, gestured back to me, "Uh, it is June already."

It's interesting how this works and happens. How daily life continues, but the brains still says it is April 17. Even my birthday calendar that sits on my shelf still says April, because I just haven't had the notion to flip it over (which means, sorry if I missed your birthday).

It's weird how this all happens. You would think time would catch up to itself, and maybe someday it will. But for me right now, and still, everything is April.