Harsh awakening

I woke up at 5.15am this morning. I heard the cats scratching on the screen door that separates the public part of our house from the private. (Or, to be more accurate, keeps the cats away from our bedroom door at night as they'll wake us up in the morning with their scratching...) I needed to go the bathroom. While getting out of bed and going into the bathroom I thought about how great it'd be to just get back to bed and close the bedroom door to keep the cat noise out. And to get back to sleep. And sleep. And sleep. And sleep.

While in the bathroom, I realised it wasn't Saturday, but Thursday.