"Onesday Twosday Threesday Foursday Fivesday Xesday Vensday Octsday."

"Wow."

"It's very tidy."

"I guess it'd make 'half a week' less ambiguous."

"Is there a weekend?  Ours is two days long."

"Yeah, Saturday and Sunday are the weekend."

Ellie references Queenie's list.

"I'm going to put on some TV," says Queenie, and she flops onto the couch and turns on baseball.

Sure, Ellie will join in on watching this weird sport.

There's a voiceover narrating what's happening off the camera view and contextualizing the plays, but it does assume you know the rules. The commentators occasionally remark that they're tired or hungry or, in one case, that their balls itch, in among their baseball-related remarks.

O . . . kay.  Ellie doesn't have a TV, that's probably normal.  Or at least more so than this strange asymmetric game.

After the game Queenie wants ice cream, does Ellie want any?

"No thank you.  I still don't feel very well."

"Okay. You don't have health insurance and I don't like saying I'm a nice person enough to pay huge hospital bills so I really hope you feel better in the morning."

Bedtime!

It's kind of early to be going to bed, according to Ellie's internal clock, but she's out of sorts enough to fall asleep pretty quickly anyways.

Queenie has an alarm clock, and wakes up to it at a quarter to seven. She starts bustling around the house, starting the coffeemaker and getting herself showered and dressed while it runs.

"Would you like help with anything?"

"You know how to scramble eggs?" asks Queenie around some bobby pins in her mouth.

"I do!"  She does.

Then they can have scrambled eggs for breakfast! "All right, I'm working till four today," says Queenie, "and then I'll come home. You going to be okay in here? You can watch TV or whatever."

Probably the time system for hours around here will become apparent or just won't matter for today.  "I'll be fine, thank you so much."

"Mm-hm! Help yourself to anything in the fridge except my pineapple juice and my emergency pint of Half Baked."

And off goes Queenie to work.

Ellie tries to figure out how to work the TV.

It turns on like so, still tuned to the sports channel. Here is a soccer game.