Road Work Big

I woke up yesterday when my cat jumped on the bed and sat on my chest. I looked at the clock. It said 8:28 am, a great deal faster than actual time. But I couldn't have been more confused. Was it Sunday morning? Did I need to get ready for practice? Wait, was it Monday? Why didn't the alarm go off? Oh no, it is Monday.

This was how the day started off and it stayed sort of foggy for most of the remainder. So when I saw one of those light-up construction signs that flash messages and it said, "Road Workbig 2/16. Expect Delals," I chalked it up to my addled brain.

"Work big? Well that doesn't make any sense," I thought.

But this morning, with a somewhat clearer sense of the world, I saw the sign again and it said the same thing. Which means two things. First, my imagination didn't make up words. Second, after 24 hours or more, no one thought they should correct the sign.