Every day is different, and that's if the normal schedule is running to plan. But then there are the add-ons, exceptions, and mad moments that enliven every week
By the time I'm tucked up in bed, reaching for the diary and pen, I need to think hard to remember what has happened that day. Quite often, I may have noticed something that I want to make a note of; the colour of the skies, something that I heard, or saw, a train of thought, an idea to follow up. Unless I make a real effort to retain it, I will have forgotten what it was I wanted to remember by bedtime.
But I reckon a full and packed life, with plenty to look back on, is no bad thing.