It was Monday — the Monday after the spring-forward time change.
For me, that is typically the hardest Monday of the year.
I had come home, taken care of a few errands, then quickly succumbed to my overwhelming, but unusual need for a weekday nap.
I always seem to need a nap the Monday after the spring-forward time change, despite the lure of an extra hour of evening sunlight. Sometimes I miss Arizona, where the time never sprang forward or fell back.