Wednesday

            You have something you have been wanting to do.  You have been thinking about it for a while now, and your internal resolve is almost complete.  It needs to be done, and you are definitely going to do it. 

            Maybe registering to vote is what you are considering.  Wednesday would be a good day for that.  Why?  Because many others are taking action on their personal “to do” items on a Monday, starting fresh for the week and cramming the hours with stuff.  Or a Friday, filling out their weeks when a day or two of contemplative repose is coming to reward them, but invariably is lost to unforeseen difficulties.  Maybe you are working up to a do-it-yourself project on the car or the house.  While others wear themselves out with a loooong Monday, or taint their weekends with frustration, Wednesday calls to you, and you can hear the old song phrase, “Here I am stuck in the middle with you.”  Wednesday will protect you from complications and stick with you till your restful weekend arrives.

            Now, in my family, Wednesday has a special significance.  It is the day to which we traditionally assign things we DON’T plan to do, because we didn’t want to anyway.  For us it is the Julian equivalent to “We’ll see.”  It seemed therefore an excellent day on which to begin a diet.  It needs to be done, and I am definitely going to be cranky.  Starting today, no sweets, no sodas, no kidding.