Whether I’m headed to Mass, to teach class, to perform Juliet, or write an article, what I always ask when I wake up remains the same: “Wait. What day is it?” Of course, what I’m really asking is: “What do I need to do today?” Which really means, “What am I supposed to wear today?” Which is related to: “Who am I going to see today?” and “Where am I going today?” and “How will I get there?” and “Does it look like rain?” and “Yes, but where shall we eat?” All of which is to say, I begin each morning with structure. Or used to. I really miss structure. I miss knowing what day it is.