Happy Thursday!
One more day till Friday. Two more until Saturday.
Somehow, Thursday doesn't get all that glorification and fame the other days of the week seem to get. It's not one of the "anchoring" MWF sort of days. It's not the start of the week, nor is it the end. It doesn't get the hump day distinction that puts the feather in the cap for Wednesday.
It's like the fourth child, who doesn't get to be the wise eldest nor the spoilt youngest, and doesn't even get to be the notorious "middle child".
So in appreciation for the wonderful day that doesn't get all that glory, I wish you all a terrific Thursday!
It's almost Friday. And that thrill of anticipation is what makes it even more worth the day. In fact, when it's actually Saturday and officially the weekend, I can admit that it's a bit of a disappointment to realize that the day's already here and damn, we've just got Sunday then it's back to the week.
I meant to praise the morning and the amazingly beautiful day, but somehow my hallelujahs got diverted. Post-lunch, I'm yawning and struggling to keep awake.
YES, again. I can't explain it. I must emphasize again on the idea that naps after lunch should be law. Post-prandial somnolence is a bigger issue in the Western Hemisphere than our authorities would let us believe. As long as they can enforce longer working hours and optimize on the working industry and tax us for our much hard earned work, they will. They will never admit to being slave-drivers, and will of course insist that this is what the people want. We want to work while half asleep, because we're still getting paid. Of course! (Just smile and nod).
Tell me why siestas are such a norm in other countries. Okay fine, they do experience different climates which induce a stronger sense of drowsiness. But, siesta is such a seductive word. Especially for a girl who's writing this half-asleep.
