Say It Ain’t So

Is there anything worse than thinking it’s Friday, only to find out it’s Thursday, coming to terms with one more day, and having a Saturday thrown at you? Poor Bill. I almost want to hug him. The workweek is only supposed to be five days long. I’d feel stabbed in the head and heart, too, if I were in his place.

The funny thing is, the man in this painting is barely acknowledging that he has not one but two blades stuck in his body. You’d think he’d look a little alarmed instead of downright depressed. Maybe the classic painters knew a bit more about the future and metaphors than I thought.