Today is Saturday.  I’m making a strawberry pie, and while the pie crust is in the oven baking I stop to consider that for me, right now, today is no different than yesterday, which was no different than the day before.  I’m working a part time job, and this week only worked two days, so I have had a very long weekend.  Every day I have to think about what day it is.  No particular schedule.  A little yard work, an appointment here and there, lots of puppy play, naps, books, bird watching.  It’s all good.