Attribution: Photo by Waldemar on Unsplash
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, joins the keeper in asking how long does it take for a misidentified day—thinking Saturday is Friday, before there is an appropriate adjustment by the rest of the world and Saturday actually becomes Friday?
There is an ongoing experiment in progress, which of course has the possible unfortunate likelihood of observers concluding that someone confusing Saturday with Friday, even on a temporary early morning basis, is leading a life not worth living.
It would be one thing to think Wednesday is Thursday—just another workday and largely an inconsequential error when you do not have a job. But with all the cultural Saturday trappings, mistaking Saturday for Friday implies a dearth of relevance that begs for explanation. One who makes such a misjudgment is either filthy rich and doesn’t care what day it is, too dumb to know the difference between Friday and Saturday or stubbornly goes through all of Saturday treating it as Friday.
The keeper will seek advice from Phyllis, asking her first of all, “If this is Saturday, Babe, what the hell happened to Friday?”
Photo by Bill Stokes