This is a question that has haunted the human race ever since we started tracking time. The most frightening aspect of this question is that even if you manage to solve the riddle one week, it’s back in force the next week. The weekend is a hole in the fabric of time, threating at any time to destroy our self-identity. For the identity of our self is intricately linked to the passage of time, and the links we are able to create between different times.
So... what to do?
