Continuing on with my life in drafts

Or just telling you about weird things that strike me during quieter moments…

Like today, I was looking at a calendar (one of my virtual ones as I haven’t owned a paper calendar in years, well except for the one our realtor sends us at Christmas and I used to check off days once I give Nico his meds, I know, weird.) Anyway, looking at the calendar and wondering, is Sunday the beginning of the week or the end of the week?

In my world, Sunday certainly marks the end of the weekend, but for Kevin it is the beginning of the weekend since these days he works Saturdays and has Mondays off. But Sunday usually appears as the beginning of the week in calendars. Why is this? Is it the overwhelming desire to think many people’s weeks begin with a day off? Really, a hold over from when most businesses were closed on Sundays though, since nowadays many people have to work Sundays. Or is it just the way it has always been?

What would happen if we began the week on Monday in the calendar? Or let’s be really radical and begin the week on Saturday, or rather ending the week on Friday. Although, that is my week. Maybe calendars should be customizable to reflect how individuals think of the week. Maybe Google calendar can do that already and I just don’t know it.

Until then, we have Schrodinger’s Sundays…both the beginning and the end of the week at the same time.