Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Thus begins the forty-fifth year of this Wednesday’s child. And now we come to another Wednesday. I never really liked that poem. I hardly consider myself full of woe.
It’s a winter day with foreboding weather. The office staff was actually hoping for ice, and for a day away from work. I have to admit to the same, as long as we are able to keep power. Work was quiet, with occasional welcome interruptions in the form of phone calls from parents and siblings with birthday wishes.
Laura cooked a nice steak dinner, but I only had a short time to relax before choir rehearsal. We have planned another party tomorrow with the Kaups to include cake and pizza.
I finally have a rationale for gaining weight. My expanding waistline helps me maintain my technological edge by accommodating an ever increasing number of belt-residing devices – two cell phones, radio, PDA, etc. etc. Those 28 inch waisted people have a sever disadvantage.