My wrist watch is accurate and reliable but I struggle a bit with calendars. It got even worse with F working at home, but at least I know if she sits at the table with the computer open it is a work day.
Regardless of the day I wake her with a pat on the face at around 0700. And I stretch and come indoors at 0900 for our commute to the office.
Today is the first of two days when F does garden, laundry, cleaning, laiki, takes me to the beach, pokes about in the kitchen, does some sewing, goes cycling, or entertains visitors. I believe it is called weekend. Sometimes we go travelling in weekends.
This weekend started with F going to the basement with a bottle of bleach and a bucket and mop and making it smell different. Waste of time if you ask me, it doesn't fix the underlying problem which appears to be a hole in the bottom of the building.... and a sinking feeling.