Everyday Was a Sunday

I will call her today. First waking thought. It has been six months. It is a strange feeling, life goes on like nothing happened and nothing happens. Then why should I call her today? To ask her why did this happen and to tell her I was a fool to ever let her go. So here goes 1* 6* 0* 1* 8* 4* 7* beep beep beep, tring-tring, tring-tring, a long tring follows. "Hello" (With a stress on HELL) says the voice at the other end of the line. Damn it, her father, click, bang. Oh my God! I forgot it's Sunday, his off. She won't be able to talk today. I waited for 6 months and 6 days and then called her on a Sunday. How come?