Tuesdays are unpredictable. Coming after Monday, which jolts one out of their ephemeral zone of peace and pushes them onto the weekly treadmill rudely, we expect a bit of relief. Or some slack, if nothing. Some even make provisions by not scheduling anything backbreaking or nerve-racking on that day. With hopes of a pranayamic Tuesday that if not sedate, at least won’t push the heart rates into fat-burning zones.
Alas, Tuesdays are anything but that. Swinging wildly from one end to another, everything that can come apart, comes apart. They might not settle down by sunset. Some Tuesdays even encroach upon the next day’s early, unearthly hours before finally settling down into a sedate, boring, and yet a likeable Wednesday.
Haha! I never knew that Tuesdays had a significance of their own.
Haha very true, Tuesdays can be so random sometimes.
Experienced a few and thought I should write it down.
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