My company, Journal Multimedia, parent of Central Penn Business Journal, was closed to observe Presidents Day.
Before she left Friday, my boss at the business journal actually told me, "Remember not to come in on Monday."
I thought for a moment that this couldn't be real.
I'm not going to lie, as a daily newspaperman my entire professional career, this feels … strange.
This is the first time since I was a teenager, if not longer, that I've had off because the day was a federally recognized holiday (other than Christmas and New Years, and that's only because The Evening Sun didn't publish on some of them).
I've had off holidays, but it's been through a quirk of scheduling. Otherwise, I've had to talk to folks picnicking on Memorial Day, or hunting Easter eggs on Easter Sunday.
Or, sometimes, I've had to call the coroner about a deadly crash on Thanksgiving.
A day off with the rest of the 9-5 crowd is a change.
Like it's a change for my old boss, Marc, to move from his job as editor in Hanover back to the main offices in York.
Or for my friends, Caitlin and Brendan, to welcome their first child in August.
It's the one lesson that's always been hard for me to learn: Change is the only constant.
It never gets a day off.
