I used to know the day of the week, because I never loose track of Friday. TGIF!!! A day to hanker for.
Now the days blend, because there is nothing to mark one from the other. Even the business of news runs 24/7. Our Prime Minister, the Comforter-in-Chief, never takes a day off.
He gets me out of bed. Everyday by 11 a.m. I try to be up and coherent enough to take in his daily words of comfort. Sometimes with a cup of coffee, sometimes with a charcuterie board breakfast, two days ago with a cheese fondue. This is what anchors my days - the daily message from our upbeat optimistic beautiful Prime Minister.
My current barometer for a weekend? The two consecutive days a week our Prime Minister doesn’t wear a tie.
And today, I knew it was windy because his perfect hair … are you ready for this… it MOVED.