My days are nothing if not all the same. In fact, one of the first things I do when I wake up is try to figure out what day it is. I feed the cats, take Rupert out, dose Madeleine. Then, usually, it's straight back to bed.
When I get up the second time, I take Rupert out again, then sit down for computer stuff.
The rest of the day, I knit or read. There's almost always a movie or TV show playing on the computer.
Some days, there are doctor or therapist appointments. Some, I need to go to the grocery. And, honestly, that's about it.
I'm, basically, the poster child for an out of work depressive.