King Times and Lolly Pops

I was under the impression that yesterday, the 30th, was the last in July. I was, evidently, wrong. Now here I am in the midst of the 31st of July — a day I thought non-existent. Tomorrow, I will be where I was meant to be today; now, I'm in limbo; I'm between times. I prepared my mind this morning for a day that was marked with a "1"; my whole schedule revolved around the assumption that this was, in fact, the first of a new month. Fortunately, my plans didn't include walking up to strangers and pinching them, but still, it was a most inconvenient inconvenience to start one's Sunday.

I have taken this opportunity to explore the depth of Time and Space.