I like Wednesdays. For no particular reason other than they're there. Their place in the week determined by nothing other than being at the right place, at the right time, every week. For years upon years.
Wednesdays seem to do all the work keeping all the other days in line. Otherwise, all of the other weekdays would be wrecking havoc trying to get in between weekend days. Laughing and calling them weekday names.
So as long as Saturday can keep Friday behind and Sunday can handle Monday, Wednesday says, "Tuesday first, then me, Thursday follows me, next we'll do it again and call it Eternity. Rock, paper, scissors to see who starts."
On time, every time.
Each day in its place. Waiting,
For you to arrive.
Peace, Y'all!
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