— I can’t tell if it’s day or night.
— I know; it’s that time of year. Short, dark days.
— When I woke up just now I thought it was morning, but it’s not, is it? (She looks genuinely puzzled)
— No, it’s late afternoon, nearly early evening.
Later she returns to the worry.
— I don’t know if it’s morning or afternoon.
— Look at your clock. See, it says 16;43.
— But is that 16:43 in the morning or the afternoon?
— Um, perhaps we should reset the clock to show a.m. and p.m?
— I won’t see that.
Later, still fretting about date and time while staring at the large clock with its enormous numbers on the display.
— It’s going to be Boxing Day soon.
— My mother died on Boxing day. Maybe I’ll be lucky.