For the past summer at least, Wednesday is the new Tuesday. The wife and I go rowing whenever she’s finished with her work. Then we come home for our weekly photo session. And lastly we go to a nearby sports bar for a late dinner. The waitress has our regular order memorized including our drinks. We really enjoy our Wednesdays and will be kinda sad when it gets too cold and dark in the evening to row and we’ll need to change our schedule. But this week, at least, everything was still the same as always.