Losing track of time

So today, Norain learns that this coming Friday is a holiday.

"What's the occasion?", she asks.
"Good Friday!" Karen replies.
"Mmmm... that's good news indeed."

The moral of the story is that Norain has been very absent-minded of late. Especially where time is concerned.

This might have something to do with the fact that she hasn't worn any watches since early January. Due to the little problem called "Batteries Need Replacing" Syndrome.

It could also be that her mind is filled with something else altogether. Gorgeous, lovely thoughts.

Memo to Norain: Everything is still good.