(Imagine me waving my hands about and attempting to impersonate Dick Tufeld.)
Warning! Warning!
I will not be scorekeeping tomorrow, at least not for the first half of the day.
I'm scheduled to work from 6:30 in the morn (that's nrom spelled backwards) until 12:30 just past noon (that's noon spelled backwards).
Of course, things could end up very much like today. Today, two cashiers called out, and I was asked to stay an extra three hours. This made for a nine-hour day, which made for some nice overtime, but it also left me quite exhausted. If the same sort of scenario sticks on the 'morrow, I may not be in good mental shape for scorekeeping until I get a good nap, which means not until the very last hours of the day.
Just thought I ought to warn you.
(It occurs to me that almost nobody is going to get that Tufeld reference, at least not without looking it up. Such is life.)