Too Late

Rock agreed to write a story for the next day's paper; he knew that, but he couldn't remember what he was asked to write about. It was midnight, and he had just awakened unsure of much, but he thought he must have fallen asleep when it was still daylight. His TV was tuned to the channel on which he had watched a spring-training game, but he knew the game had ended before sunset—it was played in a park without lights—and now the screen was blank except for an MLB.TV logo.
He was supposed to write about the game. He knew that now, but it was too late.
It seemed odd that he didn't know what day it was. His watch said it was very early Tuesday morning, but that didn't seem right, even though his laptop confirmed it. He wondered where Monday had gone and why he would have possibly agreed to write about a spring training game that he watched on television.