Now that I have kids, my days blend together so much that it's hard to remember what month it is. My first guess, based on the weather or the last time I tried to remember the month, could just as easily be February as November, or September instead of December.
So when an editor asked last week if I'd write an article for a March publication, I said "yes." After all, March is months away, isn't it? Not so many months away anymore, actually. Especially when the deadline for the article turns out to be in January!
I'd better get writing.