Repeat after me: “It’s Tuesday.”
Everyone I’ve run into today has struggled with today being Tuesday. They must have had a good Memorial Day weekend.
Mine was restful. Almost too restful, as I slept in and read all day. I got a blog post done, some writing, a bit of fretting about writing. I ate grilled bison burgers and some roasted Brussels sprouts. Hence a Tuesday that feels like Monday.
A little kid at the next table in Starbucks just asked “Today is Tuesday?” So it’s even happening to the younger generation. What day is it? It’s Tuesday, isn’t it?
But isn’t it great to discover that it’s Tuesday, and the work week is one day shorter? That extra day off gives an extra bonus at the end of the week when Friday should be Thursday. It’s a new, happy kind of math.
I’m going to go home and get some work done, with an internal smile that today’s Tuesday and not Monday.
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