Tuesday is the new Monday

Are we sick of that yet? Saying, "Something is the new something else"? I think the first time I heard it was, "Forty is the new thirty." Then there's the classic line from Legally Blonde, "Whoever said, 'Orange is the new pink' was seriously disturbed."

Speaking of the passage of time, I'm behind in making my New Year's Resolutions. It's January 2 already and I still just have a few floating in my mind but I haven't made a real list. I don't always make resolutions, but I thought I might this year. Maybe I could make a resolution to make resolutions in a more timely manner.

Reminds me of the joke about how one is going to join the Procrastinator's Club but one just hasn't gotten around to it yet.

Anyway, tomorrow will feel sort of like Monday to me because it will be the first workday of the week, but it will remain like Tuesday in being just four days from Friday.

Meanwhile, here's the classic New Year's Psalm. One year I suggested reading it on New Year's Eve, but my dad wasn't into it because of all the withering away like grass stuff. I like the request to teach us to number our days so that we can acquire a heart of wisdom and also to establish the work of our hands.

Psalm 90

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.

Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, "Return, ye children of men."

For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.

O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.

Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children.

And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.