DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?

 Does anyone know what time it is?  In the 70’s when rock music ruled, the group Boston created a hit with those lyrics and their distinct musical sound. I don’t worry about time so much anymore. My stomach warns me when it’s  breakfast, lunch and early bird dinner time. It’s the day-of-the-week that’s my problem.

What day is it?  Is it Tuesday? Wednesday? Saturday? I don’t know. I haven’t known what day it was since 2019.

This day-of-the-week confusion comes with retirement. I used to know - and sometimes dread - Monday because it was department head meeting day. Tuesday is when I met with account execs.  I could go on but won’t. It’s clear. The distinct difference is a lack of meetings. In retirement, one like-day rolls into another and feels just like the one before. It’s a sad situation.

Except when Monday is a holiday. You know it’s Monday and go to the bank only to find it’s closed. What?

Holidays are not as anticipated as when we were working for a payday. Holidays were great. An extra day off! A long weekend! The anticipation vanishes when we become retirees, however. And then, oftentimes, aargh… a holiday becomes an inconvenience. Even the ATM’s are empty.

The week following the Monday holiday becomes complicated. No one over the age of 68 starts his or her week on Tuesday. Wondering what day it is may be followed by a good cry. Confusion reigns.
         Even with a calendar in every room and on my phone, I rarely remember what day it is. Unless I make appointments. When we get involved, we also likely receive phone reminders on what day it is.

It’s physical therapy day! It’s Mahjong Monday, doctor Tuesday, Pilates Wednesday, lunch with the bowling team on Thursday and Friday a visit to the dentist. We’re on our own on the weekends.

You are not alone if you’re not sure what day it is.

Maybe Sunday?