Does Tuesday even have its own personality? Its own flair?
It just seems like a day. Monday has such a stomping presence, it’s as though Tuesday is there only to pick up the scattered items it leaves behind.
And there are my deep thoughts for a Tuesday.
It’s brilliantly sunny today, definitely summer, and it’s a good time to store it all up for when it won’t be brilliantly sunny or gloriously warm.
Those days happen too.
I object to all of the school supplies already in stores, as though they’re rushing us along, yanking us out of the lazy warmth that is still July.
Not for long, but still July.
It’s still here, for the moment. Have a great Tuesday, personality or no.
