Anatomy of a Wednesday: (1) spend six hours on laptop at Panera Bread to escape children and other distractions while finishing a draft of the longest, most boring contract in history; (2) pick up two kids from day camp only to get pulled over and ticketed for not having my seven-year-old in a booster seat; (3) be required to mediate ferocious debate over whether Apples to Apples cards should be chosen on the basis of their applicability or their absurdity; (4) have workout interrupted by four-year-old who wants detailed instructions on dumbbells, kettle bells and “this goblet squat business”, (5) empty the last of a bottle of wine into a glass and collapse onto the couch, only to have the glass accidentally kicked over by daughter, (6) be publicly referred to on social media by own fraternity brother as “Dr Hamilton’s +1”.

Wednesday can suck it.