In three days my Christmas vacation is over. After two weeks of sleeping in past 12:00, and then playing Halo 3 for the brief interval between my periods of hibernation, I’ll suddenly have to wake up at a specific time to catch a specific bus.
It’s a special kind of luxury being able to lose track of which day of the week it is. During Christmas vacation, words like ‘Tuesday’ and ‘Friday’ lose all significance. Between December 18th and January 5th, Monday isn’t the loser of the Weekday family. For a brief two-week period, Saturday isn’t any better than Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday. All weekdays are equal, in perfect Harmony.
And then comes January 5th, and Monday sucks again.