When you no longer have a job the weekends and week days start to flow together like a summer vacation. Remember those glorious days of having 2 or 3 months to completely fuck off with not a care in the world? The only indicator that it was a week day was that your parents were gone when you woke up. Well those days are back.
It's a wonderful feeling on the one hand, but on the other it creates problems. For instance, much to the disgust of Mrs Cash, I've forgotten to take out both the trash and recyclables. Sorry I didn't know what day it was. Now I have to set a calendar reminder every Monday and Thursday evening to take the cans tot he street. Those Sunday evening blues of trying to organize life for the week to come. That anxiety is no longer there. The joy of TGIF? Non-existent.
The joke is everyday is a weekend in retirement. It's not a joke, it's accurate and it can be confusing as hell!