What Day is This?

How does one lose a day? It has been Saturday in my mind since I very first woke up. I heard the kids in the living room arguing over what television show to watch and I wondered why Mark wasn't intervening. Normally I'm awake if he's gone to work, but, since today's Saturday, he must be in the living room with them...right? Wrong. He's at work. It's FRIDAY!! Goodness.

I believe every day has a certain tone, a certain feel to it. Even if my routine is exactly the same every day of the week (except, of course, Sunday) there is still a certain ownership each day has to its title. And, my body recognizes that unwritten code and registers it somewhere in my brain. On Sundays, my body demands a nap. This is strange to me because I don't usually nap during the week. How does my body know it's Sunday?

Mondays feel like a new beginning. Why does Monday feel any different than Tuesday or Thursday? Wednesday definitely feels like it is obviously Wednesday. And, again, Friday has an unmistakable mark on it. Why is this? How is this?

And, when something misfires in our system and we confuse one day with another, even though our routine would be the same regardless, why does this throw off our entire day?

I'm sure there is a Spiritual answer to this; a cosmic reason that each day of the week has an intensely different feel to it. There are so many things going on in that invisible Spiritual world that I can't grasp...but yet, I'm in tune to it. The intangible is often more tangible than the tangible.

And that's about as philosophical as I can get this early on a Friday morning that feels so strongly like Saturday.