Nowadays, I fear I might not answer that question as easily. While I think I'm fairly sharp, my current life has little to anchor me to dates. When I worked, the days of the week were rarely muddled. Let me assure you that I never went to work on the weekend because I thought it was a Thursday. My granddaughter's school days provided that same anchor once I was no longer working. Things got a little muddled in the summer, but a new school year would get me back on track. This year, she is home schooled. It's proven to be an excellent choice, but left me searching for a new anchor.
I think I've found it in television. That's funny, because I never watched a lot of TV. When I was young and the rest of the family gathered around the set to watch evening shows, I would wander off and read a book. In 1991, an ice storm left me without power for over two weeks. About 3 months later, I received a notice from the cable company. They were offering a credit for the time that I had been without cable service. I just had to tell them how long that was. I didn't know. The TV hadn't been turned on since the power was restored.
Over the last few years, my interest has increased. When I was physically incapable of doing much else, TV proved to be a welcome diversion. My daughter introduced me to some shows that she enjoyed. Gradually, I acquired quite a viewing repertoire. Talent competitions are favorites. Medical shows are up there too, but I want them with a large dose of romance and humor. My daughter dubs this “hot doctors acting badly”. The list is growing. Rapidly.
Some might ask if this is a healthy thing. Of course it is. No longer do I wonder what day of the week it is. If Desperate Housewives is on, it must be Sunday. Ooh, gotta run . . .