All this week, I've been prepping to send a story to Asimov's. I laid out the schedule just right, even postponing the reviews a day to make time to get everything just so. All t's crossed and i's dotted, I set out at elevenish this morning to the Post Office.
And promptly smacked myself in the forehead when I saw the sign saying they were closed for Veterans' Day.
And this is me. The guy who's made a habit of bragging about how I always know when Veterans' Day is, because it's the day before my birthday.
I understand God's need to reinforce my humility from time to time. But he doesn't have to be so smug about it.