In theory, 3-day weekends are great. You get the regular two days of your weekend, plus a Monday to do whatever. Some people cooked out, some went shopping, and some, like myself, tried to get their inner clock back to normal.

My body’s sense of time gets all jacked up on these kinds of weekends. I thought Friday was Saturday, Saturday was Sunday ... I don’t know what Sunday was. And, to top it all off, I woke up around 9 a.m. on Monday — or was it Tuesday? — in a panic because I thought I had slept through my alarm and was late for work.