Wednesday.

A day that is no different from the rest of the gray days.
When you are alone in an empty house all day, every day.
The wife is gone, the children scattered around the world.
Sometimes a neighbor walks in if he is not in a coma.
Even less often is the postman.
Friends are gone. Somehow they disappeared into time one by one.
TV makes me sick. Alcohol is not happy.
Well at least the cat is still alive and the music does not let me go crazy.