Monday: Steve says, “I don’t want to go to work. The people at work are mean, and I’m one of ‘em.” Monday kinda sucks.

Tuesday: I decide Tuesday is the new Monday. The day begins at 6:30, when I realize we have failed to set the alarm and I am in danger of being late to teach my 8 a.m. class in Long Beach. To make matters worse, it’s raining, and I have removed one of my windshield-wiper arms and have been unable to get it back on, leaving a giant, spring-loaded metal arm where the wiper blade should be. In my rush out of the house, I forget all kinds of things, including food and money to buy food. My students seem bored with me. Tuesday sucks.

Wednesday improves matters a little. I have new clothes to wear. Steve watches some TiVo’d “Daily Show”s and laughs and laughs.

Thursday goes well for me. My students are all about participating in discussion. I get a birthday present from a sweet friend named Bridget, which makes my day. Steve has a rough one at work, though, and isn’t feeling well.

And here we are at Friday. See, you’re all caught up on our minutiae.