She woke up. Face turned to the flashing figures. The display did not indicate day of the week. Some adjusting, surely. A shower, surely? But what for breakfast? A rotation schedule attempts to accommodate her body's reaction against habituation. Yesterday she had had grapefruit. Today she might do with a bit of oatmeal. Yet still the day of the week would not come to mind. He ate gruel at noon like a groove to break a habit. She blew on her toast.