Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I like to think of it as Fiveday, since it's number five of the weekdays. I try never to think of Stephen Fry, and cannot think at all while eating chocolate.
I prefer your tasty explanation. I've always thought Friday was a shortened version of Friction day. You know? It's that friction, dissonance between the common work week for most people and the return of a weekend signaling leisure time.
Chocolate, eh? It just so happens I have a bag of Reese's Dipped Animal Crackers, and it occurs to me a couple of those tasty tidbits will make a fine adjunct to my morning coffee. Capital idea, Good Sir!
I think you're right. There's a Mexican restaurant near here and they have Tequila Thursday where they have half off some tequilas. I may mention they should call it Tequila Thirsday.
Actually, that thing about being odd creatures was later. The blog puts the latest post on top. But you're right, we have so many ailments (and strangenesses) in common. It even goes in generations, some ailments being popular at certain times and not in others. And it's how we handle it that matters, how we manage to continue.
Me, I bear up by treating the ageing process as an interesting phenomenon. Regarding oneself as an experiment for learning lessens the pain and provides a reason to continue. It's all in how we handle it.
I was thinking about SandraLynn's suggestion of Blursday for Thursday when I realised I already had an answer for that day. It harks back to an old joke that I shall now regale you with (nothing like a spot of regaling, dontcha think?)
Two drunks are stumbling homewards. One says to the other, "Where are we?"
"Wembley," he responds.
"Really?" says the first drunk. "I thought it was Thursday."
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