It’s sad when you start to define your days by
which waste bin goes out by the street. On Tuesdays and Fridays, it’s the trash
bin. On Thursdays, it’s the recycling bin. On Mondays and Wednesdays, it’s
neither; but Monday follows Sunday, and usually all of Sunday, I’m thinking
about and dreading having to work the next day. So, I always know when it’s
Monday! I wonder if I’d actually have any cognizant awareness of the day
without the waste bin. It’s so sad.
