In Between the Holidays

We are, in case you didn't notice, almost exactly in between Christmas and New Year's Day. They fall on Sundays this year. Well, Christmas falls on Sunday this year while New Year's falls on Sunday next year. But you knew what I meant.

Which day of the week is it best for these holidays to occur? It is nice having a long week in between the two, but I rather believe that Thursday is the best day. You effectively get consecutive four day weekends when that happens, which is nice. Technically you get that when they fall on Tuesdays too. But as Wednesday work days follow those Tuesdays, it isn't as fun.

Me Uncle John who I call Zeke liked it best when Christmas and New Year's were on Wednesdays, right smack in the middle of the week. It breaks up the weeks nicely, in his mind, and you do get that convenient weekend in between for more a relaxed holiday season. 

Fridays and Mondays aren't terrible. With Fridays you do get two three day weekends in a row, while Monday has the Tuesday problem of workdays immediately following.

What do you think is the best day for Christmas and New Year? And why am I asking? Because yes, Ron, this is a slow news day.

What did I miss?

I woke up this morning thinking it was Friday. Honest. I even noticed that a Facebook friend woke up with the same feeling.

This feeling persisted even as I took my morning walk. You know how days 'feel' a certain way, right? I spent the whole walk feeling as though it were Friday. It reached the point where I was actually reassuring myself, Marty, it's Thursday. It. Is. Thursday. I was reminding myself of what I did at work yesterday, what I ate at meals and who I spoke to on the phone. Yes, yes, it's quite certainly Thursday, I kept repeating internally.

Then I rounded a corner to be greeted by two entire rows of trash cans and recycling bins lined along Commonwealth Street. The screwy thing about that is that Friday is our trash day. And this wasn't an isolated can or two but whole rows. Needless to say I immediately questioned my own sanity all over again. I even pulled out my cell phone for reassurance. The screen was blank, the battery dead.

Arriving at my shop, which does not have a clock or a calendar because hey, we have cell phones for those sorts of things these days, I was still confused. But getting back home for a few minutes has assured me that yes, this is Thursday.

Friday, please stop messing with me, okay?