Have you ever been woken up by a noisy alarm in the middle of a perfect dream just to find out it was Wednesday? It's one for the history books. "Wednesday". I mean, it even sounds depressing, and make it into an alliteration, woeful Wednesday. Despite being in a work week sandwich, I'll look at the glass half full.
Wish I were in Paris. Visited last summer, and I fell in love.
or the arable lands of the Netherlands, a gentle mist caressing the breeze.
"Two men look out through the same bars;
One sees the mud, and one the stars."
-- Frederick Langbridge (1849–1923), A Cluster of Quiet Thoughts
Have a relaxing rest of the week, everyone.
