Some days I’m just not so sure. The day passes by before you even realize it. I think Saturday is especially susceptible. Even if you sleep in just a little bit, the afternoon doesn’t last long enough for you to catch up on anything. And that’s what Saturday becomes, the catch-up day for the week. You catch up on sleep, you catch up on work around the house, you catch up on the bills. And with all that you don’t really catch up on anything. It’s kind of depressing. It’d be nice if we had fewer things to catch up on, fewer things to fall behind on.