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Monday January 8, 2007

I like Tuesdays

"Happy Sunday," I said, as we clinked our glasses of evening wine.

"It's not Sunday," Graham said.

"Oh, drat it. Lost my calendar grip again. What day is it then?"

"I dunno. All I do know is that it's not Sunday."

"How do you know that, then?"

"Because we're having fish for dinner. We never have fish on Sunday."

"Really?"

"Nope. You still have your thing about Sunday being a red meat or roast chicken day."

"Do I really?"

"Yup. If I can smell meat and cabbage cooking it's generally a fair bet that it's Sunday."

"This is silly," I said, and dashed into the study to check my desk diary. "It's Monday!"

"Oh. Not that it makes any difference, of course. Anyway, Happy Monday."

"Happy Monday," I said, and we clinked our glasses once more.

It's a sad fact of life at this time of the year. The big end-of-year Christmas and New Year holidays completely screw your grasp on the calendar, and the similarity of grey, dreary days, one after another, as you stretch forward into January doesn't help at all with its recovery. This unseasonal mildness doesn't help, either. I've taken to sleeping under the top cover only, to avoid getting over-heated under the duvet. And it's the summer duvet anyway, swapped a week or so back because the winter one was too hot. So my daily calendar confusion is compounded by my body not really knowing what month it is.

Hey ho. Graham's right. It doesn't make any real difference. I do feel a bit itchy and scratchy about it though. I think I'll start a new habit of saying 'Happy x-day' first thing every morning. After I've checked the diary, of course.

So, one more time. "Happy Monday." Except you'll probably be reading this on Tuesday, which will confuse things all over again. Shame that. I like Tuesdays. There's something comfortably Steinbeckian about Tuesdays. Or is that Thursdays? Lawks, what a state to get in!

 


Readers' note:  There's a problem with the Haloscan comments just now and the link goes missing every now and then. I've not changed anything and I'm sure they're working on it. It'll doubtless be back to normal soon; if not I'll find and implement a different way to handle comments.

 

 

 

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