It’s been fun reading everybody’s questions. I’ve gotten several questions in the comment section, and a few more via email. No pill capsules in the mail, however. What a disappointment. I will hold out hope, however, because Canada is evidently a foreign country and as soon as mail reaches the 49th parallel, it mysteriously stops…for six days…and then is allowed to carry on to its final destination.
I do not know why this happens, exactly, but I think it has something to do with giving the mail time to really think about its choice to move to such a cold country. [Little do the post offices know, that mail is stubborn and will move to Canada come hell or high water. I mean, look at me–I had an entire two years to think about marrying Poor Kyle and moving north, and here I am.]
Anyway, remember that the questioning is open throughout each week. I think I’ll make question-answering day on Thursdays, because Thursdays are such glorious days.
Have I ever regaled you with my theory on Thursdays? No? Well, you’re in for a treat:
Thursdays are such hopeful days. Without them, life would be boring. Bland. Flavourless. Salt with no savour.
Bland, no?They’re really, truly, the best day of my week, every week. See, Mondays are bad [for obvious reasons]…
…and on Tuesday, the rest of the week still seems quite interminable.
Wednesdays have nothing to boast (unless you’re an elementary school kid and have a half-day on Wednesdays, but usually that is a sure sign you’ve got piano lessons after school, so don’t get to hasty, elementary kids).
Fridays would seem like the best days of the week, but I, myself, find them a bit depressing. On a Friday, I always think, “Oh, good…the weekend.” But the thought that invariably follows is “Oh no–it’s going to be gone so soon!” Talk about the glass being half empty, eh? I know.
Saturdays just lull me into a false state of tranquility [and that’s only if I don’t have chores to do]…
… and on Sundays, the impending doom of Monday is such that I can enjoy nothing else…
Which leaves Thursday…
On Thursday, the weekend is near enough to start planning and looking forward to, but not soon enough to actually start dreading its end. Friday has not yet come to start the worries, Saturday is far in the distance, and Sunday’s dream-crushing reality seems a lifetime away.
Makes quite a difference, don’t you think?There’s so much hope in a Thursday.
So there you have it: one more thing to make Thursday your best day of the week.
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