Infinitely, indefinitely Tuesday

If I had but one day to live, I would want it to be Tuesday. Because then I would know, without question, that it would never, ever end. On the upside, at least I have forever to get the flapping corners of tomorrow nailed down; that just might be enough time. But I've got an awful case of disinterested fidgets; you'd think I was a kid. Two days, two days, two days two days-- that's our work week--next week, not anywhere close to now. What am I going to do between now and then? That's the current, unanswered question. The to-dos are in the double-digits, but at the moment I can only endure.