What a weird morning

Waking up this morning, I was completely covinced it was Saturday, and that I didn’t have to go to work today. I made a big breakfast for the enttire family, something that there isn’t time for on weekdays. My wife even questioned why I was doing it, but it didn’t go any farther.

It didn’t dawn on me until I was just about finished making breakfast, that it wasn’t Saturday, but I still didn’t know what day it really was. It made for a really weird morning of feeling lost.

Because of this I ended up being about 10 minutes late to work, but it’s OK as my boss still isn’t here and we’re pushing almost an hour after our start time.

I guess I should take a break from the NyQuil before bed.