Today was one of those days that made no sense at all.
That you stop to think for a moment at half past ten at night after loading another four moving boxes and wonder how many hours you've been awake. How many more you're going to be. If it was today when you were on that call you remember from first thing or if you really haven't been able to answer hardly anyone's messages. What day was the dentist? The talk when are you going to finish it? And there's still the kitchen to pack. How many notifications from Idealista will arrive tomorrow?
It was Monday. But not just another Monday.