The Daily Post asked “What’s your favourite day of the week?”
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields.
Now, as to my favourite day, let me think…
Mondays are much maligned, but when I went part time I gave it a new lease of life and made Monday a day off. “Monday morning” lost all of its negative connotations overnight. I could go out to church or friends and family on a Sunday night without feeling hemmed in by the looming dawn. No more. Monday is not as bleak as it once was.
Mondays are always a good time to start things – the running, the diet, the cleaning, the shopping. It is almost impossible to feel that I am behind with anything on a Monday, as there is always a Tuesday.
Tuesdays. Again, I have redeemed Tuesdays by declaring Tuesday a “day off”. But as you may know, days off are harder, busier and less productive than days at work so are automatically disqualified as the “best” day. It can take me a whole day to buy a present, wrap it and have it posted. But if I had been at work, I could have done that during lunch. Tasks swell to fit the time available, hence the dangers of two consecutive days off!
My Tuesdays are lovely. I have so much to do that I don’t try to accomplish anything other than getting though the day and tidying up at the end of it. Because Wednesday is coming…
And I have to go to work. I like Wednesdays because, as I drive to work, I feel tidy, professional and organised – a momentary frisson of time-to-myself. I listen to the news on the radio and feel like a real citizen of a real country in a real world with a real job… rather than the master, well the mistress, of all I survey within my own four walls.
Thursday. Meh. Oh, except these days I have band practice!
Friday has the plus point of being Friday, for which we are all truly thankful.
Even though I have only worked three days I am exhausted and welcome the weekend.
I tend to have big plans for tidiness and laundry on a Saturday, but then I convince myself that, as it is the weekend, I should “not bother”. So then it all builds…
These days the glorious day is Sunday. I get to play the violin at church and then I have a wee sabbath to myself in the afternoon – God’s brilliant suggestion that we do no work! And without guilt induced by a lack of productivity! Bonus!
And, because of the Monday thing, I get to enjoy a Sunday night while not worrying about Monday coming.
What’s your favourite day? “Where can we live but days?”…