When I first retired three years ago, I began to make fun of not knowing what day of the week it was? After all, there was no Monday wake-up call anymore and the next vacation day was already here. Weekends were like any other day and just didn’t feel special any more. I had to learn to embrace enjoying the moment rather than anxiously anticipating Friday at Five. As I turned on the radio this morning, I was totally confused. “What is today but yesterday’s tomorrow?”

I guess it’s an indication of the current state of the media business. Layoffs, furloughs, and work-at-home restrictions are taking their toll. As I set-off on my run, they were airing Sunday morning’s program on Saturday. I had to double-check my calendar to make sure that I hadn’t somehow missed a day. To make matters worse, the voice track didn’t match the songs introduced by the host. Since I’m a regular listener, it was actually a “Sunday Brunch” show that ran two weeks ago, and makes me curious about what they’ll run tomorrow when it actually is Sunday? Isn’t it?

People have gotten creative and have come up with hashtags denoting “#Sunday Funday,” “#Messy Monday,” “#Tipsy Tuesday,” “#Wasted Wednesday,” etc. As I eventually settled into a retirement routine, my days became known as: “Matinee Monday,” “Cooking Night,” “Date Night,” “Errand Thursday,” “Leadership Friday,” “Dog Stroller Saturday,” and “Trash Day.” Anymore, with the movie theaters temporary closed, restaurants limited to take-out, and friendly gatherings banned, the days sadly run together. It tends to be the-same-old-same-old every day. This leads to all the confusion on what day it actually is? When the local radio station doesn’t know what day it is either, maybe it’s April Fool’s Day? Or it could simply be “#What Day?”