Tuesdays...

sometimes are good. In the event of a Tuesday, you do not need to locate the nearest exit. You do not need to take cover. You do not need to seek help at once. Tuesdays are usually fairly safe.

This Tuesday promises to be jocular and fairly usual. As a Tuesday in the middle of the month (roughly speaking), it hasn't a great deal to do, just to lurk about in the corner with a friend or two, turn a little pale when someone says something off-colour to it, and, well, exist.

It's good to have a day once in a while where you know that, no matter how odd it may seem to be coming into it, it's quite certain to end up all right. Ah, Tuesdays.

I don't think of them as a refuge, per se, but they seem to be such a long time in coming sometimes. I'm happy this one's here.

Practicality.

For future reference, the proper way to go about your day is to politely ignore all the other people who pass through your vision. This should last only just right up until you come into contact with the people you want to be around. At that point, you should stop ignoring the world and come into focus with a bang. Those people deserve your attention, or as much of it as you are ever able to bring together in one place for a few moments.

Ah, to be a glossy mongoose.

No, today was not bad. Neither was it good, but that's an entire other kettle of fish.