I forgot it.
I have never forgotten this date before.
How could it have slipped my mind?
I'm uncertain what I am meant to do now. Am I still allowed to celebrate it?
Every year I have managed to remember this without fail. Why did it slip my mind now?
Perhaps the child took away more sleep than I had first realised. Days have blended in together and I find myself unable to count them correctly. It could be the change in the day cycle, now that winter is near.
That child is no longer my responsibility. I shall hopefully regain my sense of time. I will prepare for tonight and find a place where I may sit down and celebrate the day, even if I was meant to do it earlier.
The tavern back in Bree was far too busy when I went the previous year. I may have to find something quieter.
Do not forget next year.
