it’s Friday o’clock somewhere

and Stinky Dan’s not buyin’ nuthin’

What day is it dear reader?

Driving around delivering packages has been strange.

Two days ago, it was Tuesday.

I guess you could call that last sentence a Twofer. Twofer Tuesday…

But all that day, that Tuesday two days ago?

Ricky and I had a problem.

We were convinced that tomorrow was Friday.

Holy shit, am I ever glad this week is winding down Ricky said to me as I popped back into the truck.

What are you talkin’ about Jimmy you fool? Today’s only Tuesday.

Well fuck.

He was right.

I knew it was Tuesday.

Ricky knew it was Tuesday

We both knew it was Tuesday all day long, but everything about the day felt like Friday.

More than twice the two of us (on Tuesday) spontaneously exclaimed: Thank fucking tomorrow’s Friday.

We’d be enthusiastic in our agreement that Tuesday felt like Friday but must have been Thursday despite the fact that we hadn’t survived Wednesday yet.

Oh dear reader, there are so many days in the week that pass too slowly while the other days, the good days?

They just fly by.

But a big …