My mind is off a day.

I hate that feeling.

Bubba and Kasey left to go deer hunting Friday night, so it's just been Korey and I for the last few days.
Last night he calls to tell me that they are staying one more night and will be back Monday afternoon. So because they didn't come home on Sunday as previously planned, ever since I woke up this morning, I have been thinking it's Sunday. I missed a couple morning shows that I normally watch on weekdays. I nearly didn't get the mail out on time this morning, because in my mind, the mail doesn't run on Sundays. I feel like Sunday all over. Lazy. This is going to screw me up for the whole week now. What do you bet I put the trash out on Thursday instead of Wednesday?