This question made me think of a story I read one time...
A poor, thin, peasant lad was asked by an aristocrat what he did for food. He replied, "Good Sir, on the even numbered days of the week, I sharpen the knives, polish the silver, and sweep the floors for Master Cleff, the owner of this fine inn. He then allows me to take of the scraps left over from the feast, in return."
The nobleman first nodded his head sagaciously, then a confused look crossed his face. "But lad," he asked, "what do you do on the odd numbered days?"
The poor peasant replied, "My lord, I do as the great warrior Kieron did on the eve of his greatest battle."
"And that is...?" asked the aristocrat.
The young peasant grinned self consciously and replied, "I but await the morrow, my lord."