My grandfather was one of those people that never knew what day of the week it was. He was a self-employed carpenter who worked every day but Sunday (and sometimes Sunday as well). My grandmother would fuss at him about not knowing what day of the week it was until my mother pointed out to her that he did the same thing every day except Sunday – and when he got up on Sunday the first thing my grandmother would say to him was “Fred, it’s Sunday. Don’t put on your overalls. Put on your suit so we can go to church.”
How do we decide what information is important to us? How many times do we carry around information because others expect us to know it?