Wednesday, I suppose I should not utter any profanity, or words such as, not distinct, middle of the road, but I have no compunction in doing so. I have the urge on this day for a different twist on what some people refer to as “it’s almost over”, as if the days before were an unfortunate experience. Try as they might they are transfixed, and only wish to be a visitor in some other place, another world possibly, where days of the week are a wabi-sabi experience. I smirk, envisioning their faces as an updraft transports them to another dimension. Being an octagonal world, they now have eight times the timespan of an earth week. They should have processed how to exist here on earth, in the everyday, not always wishing for Wednesday to pass.