Thursdays are always Very Good Days. I take the day off, and tote my dote around from Fun Thing to Fun Thing. The only bad thing about Thursdays is that we have to have Wednesday before that.
Wednesdays are the day that we endure. Like for most everyone, it is the longest day of the week, filled with obligations and meetings and babysitter and no time for lunch and blaaaahhhh.
On this week's Wednesday, I had to go to a meeting in beautiful Auburn, Maine (seriously, folks, Auburn is a shitehole). I was totally unprepared for this meeting and spent the last moments at my house cramming figures into spreadsheets and flipping through unintelligible (to me) construction submittal documents. Ergh argh. No time to get coffee beforehand even.
But then on the drive to the meeting, I discovered I had this old mix CD in the car stereo. I hit play and it was a deep dive. An old mix from an old boyfriend with old songs of half-remembered lyrics that I sang at the top of my lungs.
Chills! Like my darlin' E said to me the other day, I forgot how much I like music. I forgot. I just stuck the car radio on the easy adult contemporary station (except when they get too far down the twee singer-songwriter path, then I change it to classic rock) and forgot. But goddamn, music. When it is good. It is just...like...better than coffee. Well. Maybe not a SUBSTITUTE for coffee. I still sure as hell stopped at the Dunkin' Donuts on the way home. I had the rest of Sucky Wednesday to get through, after all. And so we did.