The week of my life

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.



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  1. I like this one too, but I’m not sure I want it to be Thursday afternoon already.

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  2. Nevermind.
    Yours truly,
    Man Friday.

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  3. 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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