Kerfuffled. And Then A Mothership Intervention.

Today at 7:01 a.m. I realized that someone done gave my brains a stir.
I didn't feel it at all.
You don't always feel it when your brains are stirred.
So I walk to my classroom and I am all prepared for my Thursday classes and I say to a student, "Happy Friday Eve!" because that is what we say on Thursdays.
And the kid tells me it's Wednesday.
I laughed.
No, really, he said.
Really? I was gobsmacked.
He came over and showed me his iPod and, sure as God made little apples, it's Wednesday.
Oh, I said. Mothership must have not synced me yet.
He laughed.
Whoopsy-daisy.
So later I am working on another grant to fund the Revolution, which, for those of you visiting for the A-Z Challenge, is about getting Good Books (which is what I think Young Adult Literature needs to be called) to all students and doing cool stuff with them.
I am doing a cost-benefits analysis and I think I stared at it for a really long time.
I was full of Existential Angst.
How much can I ask for to make sure that I get listened to?
At what point do I get to an Oliver Twist-like "May I have some more, please?" situation?
How come it is so hard to get stuff for students?
Where does lottery money go?
Did St. Augustine really steal those pears?
And then a little later, during class, a student came up and asked me a question.
"Has A.S. King written any more books?"
My brains became unstirred INSTANTLY.
"Yes," I said.
"I think I'm back to being addicted to books," he said.
"Were you un-addicted?"
"I just...I don't know. I ran out of books. And then I read the Ants book."
I tried not to go all sparkly on him, because that is alarming and startles the kids, so I just sparkled inside.
I got Please Ignore Vera Dietz for him.
And then I got some insanely good news via email about the Revolution.
I think A.S. King and The Sender of Awesome Revolution News emails have connections with the Mothership because the rest of the day went swimmingly.
I got Synced.