The timeless, summertime vibe we all love so much made me forget what day of the week it was. The beautiful weather and vacationing, got me out of my work-life rhythm. Early one weekday morning, I stood looking in the mirror wondering if it were Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday.
A little deduction was in order…
It couldn’t be Monday because the reluctance to return to work would be an overwhelming identifier for that day. And it couldn’t be Friday for opposite reasons: The anticipation of the weekend would make certain I knew it was the last day of the work week.
Then I looked at my shave-cream-covered chin in the mirror. All my life I’d been unable to grow a decent beard. Not being a hirsute man, I shaved only three days a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. That settled the matter.
It was Wednesday by a shave.
copyright 2019 Christopher Donahue