The middle of the week and looking forward to the weekend. Not that the weekend presents anything spectacular… I would just rather not be here right now. Today really feels like “hump day” more than any Wednesday in recent weeks. I rather be home cleaning out the office with a single horse hair than be here. For those of you who have experienced the “office” you know what a major task that is.
Perception is interesting. In my youth I remember that Sunday evenings felt like the dawn of impending doom. The butterflies in the tummy… the tightening of the shoulder muscles… the restless anxious grinding of the teeth. All this “drama” because I just knew that some mysterious disaster would pounce on me and change my life for the worst. The sky would implode and fiery bug-eyed demons with halitosis would rain on me. This would be the end of life. Everything I took for granted seemed more and more extraordinary and precious. Heart pounding, breath quickening, the cold sweats… all because I had neglected a piece of homework that was due in school on Monday.
Monday morning came. Bleary eyed from an uneasy sleep the night before I picked up my bag and went to school. Apart from the “F” I got for the homework assignment… life was great.
Oh Yeah… I read somewhere that today is the “Day of the Teacher“… not that anyone would notice around here.