When we get use to routines in our lives, the breaking of them can disgruntle us; we can't continue on autopilot and the possibility of something else might creep in.

My T once called to me from her office to come in instead of getting up and coming to get me in the waiting room (there was a direct line of sight from her office) and I made some snide comment about her "laziness" and it turned out she had sprained her ankle during the week in an off-therapy situation and was keeping off it. It was pure transference on my part, I was channeling my stepmother and, also my usual behavior, not doing any reality checking before making assumptions.

It was very close to a situation 20-30 years previously when I'd snidely asked my stepmother if she was "enjoying her bourbon and water" as I cleaned up after a family party, around her, felt her bossing me around from her lounge chair. That she had done all the work preparing for the party, cooking and setting up, etc. and was now taking her rest while the next "team" did their part, had not occurred to my adolescent pea brain.

I do not find your thoughts or feelings odd. What has happened in the past when you have had disruptions in your decided-upon schedule, without your consent/control?