This calendar page previously resided in her planner, and then on the bulletin board behind her desk. For some reason it is now on our fridge door, where she ponders it as she gets *her* foods; I myself do not eat food once it has been stored in the refrigerator. Leftovers? I don't think so! We call it parole rather than freedom as she is still working a few hours a day through mid-July. Very few. And maybe not really working, exactly.