Friday happened on Tuesday this week, and life fell further into disarray.
Since I drifted into early retirement, over the last couple of years as unemployment became unemployableness, the sense of days and weeks became increasingly blurry and in fact slippery. In an attempt to pin them down and get a grip on time, I started giving them labels.
F-Friday became f-floors-day. That way at least the vacuuming – and possibly dusting too – was approached once a week.