Is it just me, or is this year sprinting like it’s late for its own meeting?

Every time I blink, it’s Monday again. Monday is showing up at the front door like an over-caffeinated guest who doesn’t knock—just barges in, rearranges your to-do list, and reminds you of everything you forgot to do last Friday. It’s not easing us in with gentle sunrise vibes or a “how was your weekend?” tone. No, Monday is coming on way too strong these days. Bold. Unapologetic. Possibly wearing combat boots.

But here’s the twist in this week’s time-warped tale: while we’re all distracted bracing ourselves for Monday’s bulldozer energy, Thursday has quietly started acting up.

Thursday used to be that breezy pre-Friday—the almost-there friend who let you ease into the idea of the weekend. Now? Thursday’s throwing in odd curveballs. Unscheduled crises. Existential thoughts. Bizarre emails. People deciding that is the day to test your patience or ask for a full report “by end of day.” Honestly, I didn’t have my money on Thursday being the chaos agent, but here we are. A dark horse in beige slacks.

So now I’m wondering: should I place my bets on Tuesday becoming the new quiet champion of calm? Or is Wednesday readying its own plot twist?

Time is wild. The calendar feels like it’s playing poker with us.

All I know is, the days are galloping, the weeks are a blur, and somewhere in all that blur is a little joy, a few random laughs, and, if we’re lucky a good cup of coffee that doesn’t go cold.