I spent all afternoon getting things ready in my head for work tomorrow. “Need to do laundry, need to get books together to take to the office with me..”
I realized about half an hour ago that it’s SATURDAY, not Sunday.
Having Friday off (comp time for work I did during our recent office move) has thrown off my “internal clock” completely. I’m used to having two “downtime days” at the end of the week, and having three has just gotten me completely out of whack.
At least I didn’t get out of bed at 7am this morning, get ready for work, and only realize that it was the weekend when I was halfway down the block. I did that once before, when I was working at a job that required me to be on-call 24/7/365 and had two weeks with no days off.