I have written before about waking up and thinking it was a day off, then realizing that I had to go to work. I went through a spell, in November, when I spent Thursday thinking it was Friday, and on Friday, being disappointed about having to go to work.
This morning, when I woke up, I had no concept of going to work. Part of that has to do with my Sunday night: I usually at least think about work the next day, but did not, Sunday night. I watched sports and a movie, knitted, read, computered. And, when I went to bed, I did not consider that I had to wake up in the morning and go to work.
I have an alarm that rings every day, even the weekends. And, I snooze it or shut it off when I am not ready to get up. This morning, I did not even consider getting up. Until about an hour later. I woke up without the alarm, and realized I needed to get up for work.
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