Well, all I have to say is that when I'm in my seventies, I don't want to be considered to be losing it if I have no sense of what day it is. I think of that as a sign of being at one with your bliss, truly living in the moment, a sign that you don't need to be aware of and ruled by human definitions of time.
I'm quite positive that I won't have a clue what day it is if I ever have the opportunity to stop working. If my summer breaks are any indication, I will never be able to accurately answer such a question at my annual doctor visit. I celebrate when I lose that skill after the last day of school and I know that I'm truly in the summer zone when I cannot relay what day or date it is without consulting my phone or computer. I say, "Hooray!" for such things.
Now, I must go set an alarm in my phone to remind me when to take the trash/recycling out...after all, I can't think of a single other reason why the day of the week would matter to me...at least till mid-August, anyway. Yay!
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