The first drop of rain on Wednesday hit me directly in the left eye

True story.

During college I worked at the “Mac lab” as a tutor. I helped other graphic design majors use the computers, software and scanners, made sure no one dried out all the dry-erase markers. I worked the  shift until midnight and one night, I locked up the lab, stepped outside the door and a drop of rain hit me in the left eye. It’s not like it was pouring rain or anything, either! It seemed to be the first drop!

I have developed a theory over the years that I am allergic to Wednesday. I trace it all back to Wednesday night Bible class at church as a kid. I love Wednesday church now, but it used to be that after a long day of hard work—in the middle of a long week of hard work—Wednesday night Bible class was the end of any hope of salvaging the day. Wednesdays were always a lost cause. Ah, well.

Happy birthday, Dad!