It is just another Wednesday. Not a manic Monday but a day to connect other days, a waiting room, a tunnel. Down we go the slide of days to the bottom, back the metal rungs to the top. Half way down is Wednesday. If I am 50 that puts me at Thursday afternoon on the week of my life. And I will go back to the start, at the end.
Bill Pearse 
I like this one too, but I’m not sure I want it to be Thursday afternoon already.
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I know, kind of messes up the idea of a weekend too. Logic doesn’t really work. But thanks! Trying to get some fresh gas in this here engine. Wouldn’t turn over.
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Saturdaaaaaaaay, wait.
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In the park? I wish it was the Fourth of July.
Now who really wishes that? Americans.
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Nevermind.
Yours truly,
Man Friday.
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I don’t like the connotations of Man Friday and would like to refer to myself in future as The Man Who Was Thursday.
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“The man who was Thursday” is good!
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What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three in the evening?
Lovely, Bill, in an autumnal way.
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Yes happy to share some autumn with you Bruce! Thanks for reading and glad you got our package this week. Be well!
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