The Buckets by Greg Cravens for December 30, 2020

I would have to ask Eddie what Wednesday feels like to him?

Every day is the same. Pick a name for it.

Bingo! Except I worked Monday and Tuesday and tomorrow is garbage day, so it kind of does.

Hm. I put out the trash last night, so yes, it feels like Wednesday.

Wednesday is put the bins on the street day, garbage pickup is early Thursday.

Ever since I was forced into retirement by Covid, every day feels like every other day… except Sunday. That still feels like Sunday.

A pretty good Wednesday actually…..

It was Tuesday when I went to work and Wednesday when I got off

Been back to working nights for 6 months now and thats not so weird anymore

Eddie is sitting there bare footed and surrounded by strewn about Legos. Will he still learn something this late in the year?

to me, every day feels like a Monday until this nightmare is over.