This may be hump day but it feels like far more of the week lies before me than behind me. The peak of the mountain still looks pretty distant. The ocean is wide and the international date line has not yet been crossed....I don't know, just fill in your own analogy.
In its own way, I think Wednesdays can be worse than Mondays. With Monday you trudge into work with an attitude of doomed resignation. Yeah, the whole lousy, horrible, stinking week is ahead and there is no illusory hope of things being 'over' any time soon, so you just put your head down and lurch in the only direction you can, forward. One does not experience the torments of hope on a Monday. Wednesday, however, taunts us with both hope and promise and while the stars manage to emerge - however distant - before our eyes the blows continue to rain down upon us relentlessly with no respite.
Is there anything good to be said for Wednesday?