Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Good morning, this most-clarklike day of the workweek.

…ya know,

If Tuesday were a meal, it’d totally be a BLT (on a Sunday evening)

If Tuesday were cereal, it’d surely be (tie here): Puffed Rice (that remains buoyant with a light-sprinkling of sugar) or Rice Crispys (with an endless supply of banana slices hiding in the sugar layer at the bottom of the bowl).

If Tuesday were a job, it would one where your friends also work, but in different departments; your manager is away at meetings all the time, (except Friday afternoons and… Tuesday, late mornings) and even though you have a desk, your work requires your to be elsewhere (performing your duties) pretty much anytime you feel bored or in need of change.

If Tuesday were a girlfriend/boyfriend they’ve recently transferred in from somewhere else, they like your friends (i.e. love your scottian friend, have sllight reservations about your rogerian friend and are fascinated by your clarklike friend)… and own a boat.

If Tuesday were a lifetime, when it begins to get dull and predicable it surprises you with something that was already there (in your life) but somehow overlooked, includes friends from all three predominant worldviews and never stops being interesting.

You know, like that