Today was the second Monday in a row where I woke up thinking it was Sunday. Last Monday, I woke up before my alarm went off, and I glanced over at the clock, pulled the covers up, closed my eyes and thought about how good it felt to be able to sleep a little longer. Gradually, it kind of dawned on me that something didn’t quite feel right.
Despite my best efforts, I slowly started to recount the things that I did over the weekend- which wasn’t difficult because I never do a whole lot. It began to dawn on me that the math wasn’t quite adding up. I gave into the idea that it was indeed Monday and my five A.M. alarm was set to go off in another twenty-five minutes.
A similar thing happened this morning, except this time, the alarm actually went off. I slammed down the snooze button and closed my eyes, disgusted at myself for setting my alarm on a Sunday. As soon as I closed my eyes, I thought, "Wait a minute..."I think it's going to be another long week.
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