No one expected today to be Glursday. There had never been a Glursday before; until now, the day after Wednesday had always been Thursday. The Old Farmer’s Almanac never predicted this. Flights were backed up at every airport because scheduling software got confused. Some people took a beach day; others quit their jobs or left their spouses (probably because they were already unhappy, rather than any specific Glursday-related trauma). People chatted with estranged relatives, since only now did they have something neutral to talk about. It was the first (and, it turned out, last) Glursday—but it was a good Glursday.