I always liked the title of this song written by YES guitarist Steve Howe. I don’t believe he was thinking about any particular day of the week when he composed it, but I would expand it to be “Mood for Each Day of the Week.” For me, each day has a special feel to it, not just the grumpy and tense grind of Mondays. Granted, each day is influenced by distinct happenings, special events and holidays, but taken as a whole, days of the week are somewhat unique to themselves. I respect the historical, ethnic and religious origins and customs for each day. My commentary is derived from secular and slacker origins, and included my musical choice for each day.
Sunday. The last of the weekend or officially the start of the week, depending on how you look at it. For many, including myself, a day of reflection. Often a big sports day, the chief of which is gathering with the family. On Sundays, there is a referee shortage. Sunday has a lazy feel to it, one that I can never seem to shake. In my much younger days it was from too much Saturday night, now it is from a more casual approach to life. I feel the most creative on this day, hence my long tradition of Sunday mornings at the office. I am writing this blog on Sunday. This day seems to slip away quickly. By Sunday night I feel tense for the upcoming week. Typically, I have never slept well on Sunday nights. I’d like to think it was the great anticipation for the week that was the reason, but I’d be wrong. Another Park, Another Sunday (Doobie Brothers)
Monday. I’m thinking: “Where the hell did the weekend go?” Mondays get a lot of attention for being the first day of the workweek. Let’s just say, they suck. At the end of the day if feels like I’ve completed the first lap of the in the mile race. Monday is a struggle to find a comfortable stride and working through the initial pre-race nervousness. During the fall there’s always Monday Night Football to look forward to, for others, Dancing with the Stars. A lot of great songs about this day. Rainy Days and Mondays (The Carpenters)
Tuesday. Of all the days in the week, Tuesday is pretty bland, almost faceless. For many years and several different jobs, Tuesday was the weekly meeting with the boss day, one-on-one time, so I had to have my act together, at least for an hour. The best thing about Tuesday is that it’s not Monday. Tuesdays could be fairly productive days but I never set really high goals – why mess up a good thing. Ruby Tuesday (Rolling Stones)
Wednesday. Hump Day, whatever that really means. Yes, getting to noon on Wednesday means the workweek is half over, a slacker celebration. Between Tuesday and Thursday, most of the real work happens, it is when I concentrate the most intensely and can handle a schedule that is mostly meetings. People thrive on meetings. Why, I don’t know. Wednesday seems like a magnet for meetings. In my later years I dislike meetings, avoid them if I can. Meetings have been misused and generally mismanaged. I have night meetings on Wednesday which can seem to really extend the week and make the treadmill for Thursday accelerate. Wednesday Morning, 3 am (Simon and Garfunkel)
Thursday. Normally, Thursdays begin a deceleration, a dissent for the weekend, except when proceded by a Wednesday night meeting. Thursday, still productive and focused, begins to see a lightened mood. People are starting to breathe easier; the downhill descent has begun. Thursday night begins is the unofficial start to the weekend, especially if Friday is a vacation day. Thursday’s Child (Eartha Kitt)
Friday. Casual Friday is the right term. After noon on Friday, all sense of focus is lost, especially if you go to lunch with friends or co-workers. The only thing missing is the alcohol at lunch (wink, wink). Friday is not for starting new projects unless you are thinking about jotting some notes and doing some really easy lifting, like putting all the loose papers into stacks on my desk. Fridays can go off course by the appearance of an emergency, a problem that, despite all reasonable efforts, has broken through security and come rolling in from left field. Friday nights can either be spent getting the party going or sitting back and taking a long breath. Either work well. Black Friday (Steely Dan)
Saturday. Also a day of worship. For me, every Saturday has felt the same, like a full day of recess. Even as an adult I look at Saturday as a release from school. I’m very optimistic on these mornings, anything is possible, in fact, everything is possible. Stores are open so it is a great shopping day and I can catch up on everything I’ve missed during the week. In school, I used to pedal my bike downtown and hang out most of the day. Back then, a kid alone could safely hang out and the only trouble involved was what I got myself into. I remember many Saturdays in the fall when I rode my bike near the KU campus and I would hear the cheer of the crowd and the public address announcer: “Riggins carries the ball for five yards.” Saturday night was always a great night to go out with the guys, some of our greatest adventures were on this night. In more recent years, Saturday night is a great evening for shifting into a low gear and taking it easy, but as the night comes to a close, the weekend begins to change because Saturday and Sunday feel entirely different. And then, we start all over again. Saturday in the Park (Chicago)
And then, if you are using the Beatles’ calendar, it is Eight Days a Week.