I didn't realize it at first.  My alarm went off as usual and I reluctantly got up.  I went through my usual morning routine in the typical distracted manner.  I went outside, scraped the ice off of my windshield, and started driving to work.  I usually become aware of my surroundings after about a half an hour on the road.  Imagine my surprise when I glanced in the mirror and saw that my body was missing.
 
I'm used to having my subconscious mind wander off.  It's like that, you know.  Having my consciousness go to work while my lazy body sprawled under the covers and relaxed irritated me.  Unfortunately, I didn't have time to turn around and go back to get it. 
 
I drove on to the office and went inside.  Coworkers wished me a good morning, and I grunted something in reply.  I poured more coffee and glanced around the office.  That's when I noticed my oversight.  Today was Casual Consciousness Tuesday, and here I was in my Business Consciousness attire.  I felt a little self-conscious. 
 
Granted, it's not as bad as the time I went to work without my skin, but it's still a bit awkward.  On the positive side, I don't have to lug that bloated carcass around all day.  I started thinking, "Hey!  I should try to enjoy this!"  I flew all around the office.  I soared through IT, racing past all of my body-bound coworkers.  I started a dozen different conversations, flitting between herds.  Everyone else seemed so slow, forming words with lips and all.  In retrospect, I might have had too much coffee.
 
I flew upstairs and into the executive offices to attend a meeting.  Imagine my surprise when I saw a sign on the conference room door, "Emboided Consciousnesses Only."  Wow.  That's Physicalism, and it's wrong.  Dejected, I returned to my cubicle and glanced at the clock.  (Sigh...)  There's only another 7.5  hours left of the workday. 
 
I hope that lazy body enjoys taking the day off.  i can't believe it, but I'm beginning to miss that blubberous lump.  Next time, I'll make sure I'm fully enfleshed.

 I hope you're not dead.

Oops 

Bubba you're not by chance visiting at Wookiees' place are ya?

You may the victim of corporeal prejudism.  You may want to consult a lawyer. 
 
At least you didn't cut your brain. 

It seems to me you're either having:
 
A) a bad week
B) a makeover 
C) business as usual
 
Mooch?

Ooops....Dup.
 
(I'm having a case of Bapuitis - relentless pursuit of post count syndrome)

This is exactly why I don't have a mirror inside my work truck.

Starise, I'm afraid not.  Sorry.
Wookiee, I know it might sound like a good idea right now, but there's a lot less fur when you're a disembodied consciousness.
Spacey, I'll commiserate with Wookiee from afar.  I prefer to keep my lumbar joints connected in some fashion.
Old55, I tried that once before.  It turns out that slicing up your own brain is preferable to spending time with a lawyer.
Mesh, I suspect the answer is D: All of the Above.  Also, my Id itches.  As far as the Bapuitis is concerned, I understand it can only be treated with an excessive number of plugins.  It's no cure, of course, but it helps.
CraigB, if I didn't look at me, no one would.  Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea.
 

So, you're having an out of body experience?
 
Should we rely on science to put humpty dumpty back together again?