Sunday/Monday - does it matter?

I woke up a bit late this morning and hurried down to the office to see if there had already been a message left on the answerphone from the printers. There hadn't. So I checked the emails and noted there were remarkably few. I ran through the list of jobs I'd got planned for the day and went off to have a cup of tea and shower, hoping the printers would have phoned by the time I was out of the shower. They hadn't phoned, so I told my husband I'd dash along to the shops to get some fresh bread and asked him to answer the phone if it rang. He asked me if I really expected a call this morning. Then it dawned on me. It wasn't Monday, it was Sunday! I've never experienced that before. I remember getting the time wrong on a course once when the clocks had changed, but that was only an hour - but a whole day?! It's been lovely to have an 'extra' day. I've caught up with a few jobs and generally just chilled out. I don't know if I should be worried by this memory lapse or just hope it happens again as it has many advantages. It's tomorrow, Monday, when I'll get a call from the printers and then I'll go up to visit them in Small Dole to do the final proofs of this magazine - hurrah. It's quite a good one I think. I love the cover and I think you will.