Tuesdays don’t get the credit for being annoying as much as Mondays do. On Sundays, Roger used to get a little down beginning around noon because he loved being home with us and didn’t want to work the next day. His Sundayitis was contagious, and I used to get upset with him.
“You’re ruining your day off thinking about a non-day off,” I have said to him over and over again.
“I know,” he would say quietly.
Yes, we all know Mondays can be a downer, but Tuesdays can be bogus, too. A Tuesday must be better than its predecessor, right? I don’t think so.
Today is the Tuesdayest Tuesday I’ve had for a very long time, and I think we should start giving it the negative credit it deserves, or at least allow me to be moody.
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