Thursdays. They seldom go as planned.
I say to myself, "Thursday, what a
magnificent day to shop (unlike Friday)."
There will be three less people in the checkout lane.
And my dollar will buy 10% more in the
natural and organic department.
Plus parking will be a breeze—
no circling around the parking lot.
Yes, today would be an outstanding day to shop.
But my feet are instead resting upon the
coffee table and I have a mug of java in my hand.
The patio door is wide open and I'm listening to
a symphony of sounds: caws, chatters, tweets,
gobbles, coos, and twit-twitters.
And now I say,
"Tuesday. What a magnificent day to shop."