If I don’t have my day job as a thread of life, I would be doing yoga, reading books, write nothing particular, propagating plants, cooking random dishes, and baking sourdough bread.
If this is the case, my day would be having no beginning, no ending, and no middle. No lunch time, and no dinner time. Every day would be the same but nothing in it would never be in the same or in any particular order.
I think I would love that.