Each week is like a wave crashing upon and then receding from a sandy shore. Monday seems safe but by Tuesday night the whole thing is looming rather large and on Wednesday i’m lucky if i’m not totally bowled over. Thursday is not as difficult, but if i’m not careful i’m pulled down by the undertow, unable to take a breath. Finally, Friday is just a rapidly quieting echo of the powerful surge i’d encountered. Saturday and Sunday are like that weightless sensation you feel as your feet are sucked down into the wet sand by the vacuum of water escaping back to sea all around you. And then i wake up and it’s monday again and i can see another one coming..