What happens after I wake up on a Friday Morning in August 2015 after not riding horses for two weeks and missing the fun as I spend eight days in Washington DC.

I slept in a little bit on Friday. When I awoke, I had the feeling of the busy weekend closing in. Basically, I thought it was Saturday, the day when I go to Bee Cave Riding Center, and ride horses. I checked the time on my Kindle, clearly seeing 9:37 on the lock screen timer. I burst into a small panic, but right as I was about to rush out of my bedroom and scream at Dad, the realization hit me: It's Friday. Wow. How stupid of me. I feel so dumb. My God, I know it's Friday, how come it feels like a Saturday!?