What Day Is It?

I have been asking "What day is it?" every day for the last two weeks. And most times, the people I ask hesitate because they're clueless too.
It's been a hectic week (two weeks?). J, his mom, and Fisher all arrived safely Saturday morning after splitting the drive in half by leaving the night before. We had lunch and set off to get things moved in. It went faster than I anticipated, thanks to a few helping hands and we were almost completely unpacked by the end of the day. The only things left are my books, which I'm waiting to buy a bookcase for, and some odds and ends, including wall hangings. Mom is coming back up Saturday to do some more apartment shopping, and I'm more excited about it than two weeks ago. We're finally in the apartment, can view how much space is left over, and see the colors that would look best. She loves the apartment, as much as I do. I still can't believe I live here. My new bed is beautiful and I can't wait until the barstools and table arrive to complete the rest of the furniture. It's so quiet at night, and with the giant industrial blinds, it's so dark in the apartment that even when it's 10am, I think it's only 5 or 6 am because there's no sun out yet. Even Fisher seems to love it, now that he's conquered his fear of the tall steps. He's been great with other people outside of the apartment and has even stopped flipping out when he sees other dogs outside. I've even already done a small painting to complement the new rug my mom bought us, and I want to create more so that they complete a series to match the living room. J's already learned how to make chocolate mousse, and different flavors of sorbet, and he loves the kitchen. He hasn't poked his head out of his cookbooks once since we got settled in, but I don't mind. If it's something he's passionate about doing, then I fully support him, as long as it doesn't make me fat.
I have no complaints. Work is good too. I haven't had a lot of hours so far, but the boss got caught up in a wedding album that was due last week and then the studio is moving next door this weekend. But he told me that once that's over with and we're moved in, I can work the hours I want and need, both for myself and to help his business with marketing. We had a bridal shoot last night that went well and I'm already learning a lot (I'm just so glad I took that photo class at Watkins so I don't look like a complete fool). I've come up with marketing ideas he really likes and I know he's wanting to give me responsibilities, both to see how I handle it, and to make sure that he can trust me with his business when he's not around. He tells me how he loves my confidence when I tell him I have no worries about getting along with him, says I'm full of spunk because I always throw my own sarcasm back at him, that I'm intelligent because I catch on quickly and not only ask lots of questions, but write the answers down to study later.
My engagement session was canceled this afternoon, due to schedules and weather. So I better go find something else to do. Assuming I can remember what day it is, of course...
LC.