Today is Friday. (unless you're reading this in the future, in which case, it has 1/7 chances that it is also a Friday).
You're pretty retired when you don't know the date of the month, you're really retired when you don't know the day of the week.
We're really retired. I'm usually the one who gets the day of the week wrong after nearly a year of "self-isolation," but this morning my significant other waltzes into the bedroom, where I'm drinking coffee and reading the Times, and says, "So what are we going to do today? It's Saturday, right?" I almost looked to check the date on the tablet I was reading, but knew already. "No, it's Sunday, silly." I almost said goofus, but she has her limits.
It's Andra Day. She was nominated for the golden globes. (‘The United States vs. Billie Holiday’) Possibly for the Oscars.