It seems like every Tuesday has trouble of its own; not in the sense that each day is a different day, but in the sense that every Tuesday, something goes wrong.
Every Tuesday, I go to Shekou for language study. I have felt that it is the right thing to do. Sally affirms me on it. However, without fail, EVERY Tuesday that I have gone, something bad happens at home, whether it is a problem at school, a sick kid, an air conditioner gone haywire.
Yesterday was no exception. It was a bad Tuesday. And I wasn't there to help.