My mother hated Thursdays. She thought that everything that could go wrong would do so... on a Thursday. I don't think that it is much of a coincidence that she actually died on a Thursday then.
I have not allowed my mother's suspicion of Thursdays colour my perception of the day. It is, after all, a day. It's not a visit to the dentist.
But today, I am having, what my mother would call "A Thursday". My Bodhi cat is missing. I haven't slept and feel like hell and on top of that, while in the shower, I found a small lump under my arm. I have never shot out of the shower so fast. I asked Madelein to have a look at it - I didn't want to. She reckons it's an ingrown hair.