Is your perception of time any different than it was a few months ago?

For a while it seemed like I was having at least two birthdays every year. Now? Time has slowed down.

Days are different. Weeks are different.

Needing a cue, I came up with a calendar of songs.

I heard the Mamas and Papas sing “Monday Monday” at the Melodyland Theatre in Anaheim, California in 1966. The opening act was Simon and Garfunkel.

The stage rotated and about every eight minutes I looked at Michelle Phillips with barely constrained desire.

(Try to pay attention. I am going to weave together a few threads here.)

The Rolling Stones sang a song inspired by Keith Richards’ then-girlfriend, Linda Keith. “Ruby Tuesday” charted Number One in the United States.

Across town, the Moody Blues, melodramatic as ever, recorded, “Tuesday Afternoon,” on October 22, 1967. A Sunday.

Simon and Garfunkel’s debut studio album, “Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m.,” had none of the songs on it they are known for today.

David Bowie’s “Thursday’s Child” is a lovely bit of obverse to “Space Oddity,” and further substantiates the range of a remarkable performer.

As for Friday? There were many to choose from.

The infectious “Friday on My Mind” by the Easy Beats is hard to resist.

The Cure’s “Friday I’m in Love,” with Robert Smith’s lead vocals is the cure for “Monday’s blue” and “Tuesday’s gray.”

Some may recall “Where Did Robinson Crusoe Go With Friday on Saturday Night” by Al Jolson and others.

An as-yet-unnamed Scottish boy band threw a dart at a map of the United States and it landed in my home state, near Bay City.

The Bay City Rollers hit it big with “Saturday Night” in 1973.

Songs about Sunday? There have been a few.

“Sunday Bloody Sunday,” notably performed at Red Rocks by U2. “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James is as good as it gets. The song was covered by the Harptones in 1953.

Billie Holiday sang Sunday differently. “Gloomy Sunday” was recorded in 1941.

“Never on Sunday” by the Chordettes, “I Met Him on Sunday” by my favorite girl group, the Shirelles, and, certainly, “Sunday Will Never be the Same,” by Spanky and Our Gang.

After Mama Cass died, who took her place for a while?

Elaine “Spanky” McFarlane, former lead singer of Spanky and Our Gang. (McFarlane is 77.)

The ways things are going right now, it seems like there are at least eight days in a week. Therefore, I’m starting over with a Monday song that’s going to need an antidote.

The Boomtown Rats recorded “I Don’t Like Mondays” after Rat Bob Geldorf heard the story about a 16-year-old girl who shot up the school across the street from her home because, she said, “I don’t like Mondays.”

Brenda Ann Spencer asked her father for a radio for Christmas. Instead he gave her a Ruger 10/22 semi-automatic .22-caliber rifle with a telescopic sight and 500 rounds of ammunition.

The school’s principal and a custodian were killed, and eight children and a police officer were injured.

She said, “This livens up the day.”

See what I mean about an antidote? How about “Sunday Papers,” by Joe Jackson? No?

The Bangles’ “Manic Monday”? Not that one either?

“Another Saturday Night” by Sam Cooke. That works for me.

Craig Marshall Smith is an artist, educator and Highlands Ranch resident. He can be reached at craigmarshallsmith@comcast.net.