We used to have ritualized days when I was a kid. Wednesday was Library Day. We would go after school, check out a bunch of books, and read them for the rest of the week. Friday was Pizza Night, my younger brother’s favourite day of the week. We played board games, but I don’t think we ever had a specific day set aside for it. Sundays, we always had breakfast together and waited for my dad to finish reading the paper so we could take the comics sections. Now all of our schedules are so different that we don’t have any rituals together. It’s a little saddening, but that’s what happens.