He smiled softly and kissed his fiancé on the forehead. He then went to get out clothes for Emile, later making him a small breakfast. After a while, just around 1:00, he softly woke him up.
Babe, it's 1, I gave you an hour and a half to get up, get dressed, and get there, so don't worry.
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy