Thursday is the oddest day in the week. It hints at endings and yet lingers in the past tense letting you regret the days you could have seized. I don’t trust Thursdays. It is the serpent day strangling expectation. It is the unvetted day that thinks it is vetted. I walk through Thursdays in a daze. I open my eyes strap on my tasks and close them again till midnight comes and Friday releases me. I burn Thursday and scatter the ashes as far as I can. May it rise less toxic next Thursday.