I'm just so effin self-actualized right now, I can't even believe it.

I have never given a permanent home in my brain to things like federal holidays. Some part of whatever's in charge of those kinds of details seems to have decided that meh, there's a decent chance that Labor Day just won't happen next year. Inductive reasoning from evidence of the past 27 years not withstanding. So every year it comes as a pleasant surprise that I have some random Monday off. And that also may explain why I'm never sure if wearing white pants will meet with disapproval from elderly ladies.