As I woke this morning I found myself wondering what it would be like if, rather than this being Saturday, I was waking up to “just another day” What if instead of having the definition and shape of weeks months and years we had “just another day”. What if we started at number one and counted? How would I feel if I was waking up to number 18240? (I tried to work out leap years and gave up!) Would I behave any differently?
Just a thought ….