The easiest way to tell that I have fully acclimated to break- mode is that I cannot keep track of the days. The past 5 mornings I have woken up thinking its Saturday. Today I woke up and the conversation in my head went like this:
I love my bed.
Where am I supposed to be? Nowhere.
What day is it? Is it Saturday? Must be…wait that can’t be right. What was yesterday? Today must be Wednesday.
That’s the best when I confuse Wednesday with Saturday because I’ve got nothing to do on either day.
Now off to (quietly) unpack all my goodies from a shopping trip in the big city.