Today is, according to the chronology worked out by Bishop James Ussher (1581-1656), and not adjusted for the shift from Julian to Gregorian calendars, the sixth thousand thirteenth anniversary of Earth's creation. Strictly speaking, according to Genesis, at the end of the day the Earth was still a chaotic, muddled, lifeless mess because all God had got around to doing was creating light, but frankly, haven't we all had days when it just seemed that we'd worked hard all day and got very little done (but at least we could see what we'd done)?
Tomorrow will mark the 6013th birthday of the creation of the sky, a fine accomplishment for all of you who enjoy breathing. Monday, of course, will mark the birthday of the creation of dry land, Tuesday, of grass, trees, moss, algae, herbs, and presumably fungi of all types (for those of you who enjoy breathing oxygen, specifically). On Wednesday, please remember to commemorate the creation of approximately 100 billion galaxies and all their myriads of myriads of stars, along with innumerable planets and moons (possibly but not necessarily including Gliese 581g).
Thursday will be the 6013th anniversary of the creation of fish, whales, sea urchins, marine molluscs, marine arthropods, marine everything else, birds, bats, and pterosaurs. Presumably manatees and feathered dinosaurs rounded out the day. And Friday, of course, is according to Ussher the 6013th anniversary of our own beloved species, along with Tyrannosaurus rex, Smilodon fatalis, and Dimetrodon macrospondylus. According to Answers in Genesis (which is not celebrating this day, for some reason), all of these were vegetarians; I don't think the good bishop insisted on that.