Yesterday, very early in the still dark morning, I woke up. The howling wind had woken me and I had an inward groan as I wondered just how long I had till I had to get out of my comfortable warm bed and face what was obviously a cold day. And then I remembered, it was Sunday. Sunday! I could stay in bed as long as I liked! It felt like my weekend had just grown an extra day.
It isn't often that this self trickery happens, but every time it does it feels like I've been magically granted an extra day's rest. All day yesterday I felt a little like it was a holiday. We had been busy and done nearly all the chores on Saturday, so I could laze, taking my time to work on the photos of our holiday, to catch up on some recorded TV viewing and we even went to the movies (Batman is very good).
Even today it feels like I had an extra long weekend. So yay for self delusion I say, it made a great weekend even better!
Do you often forget what day of the week it is?