The dreariness of hump day – Wednesdays. I’m sure we’re all trying to circumvent through the week, developing the customary midweek blues. It looks like it’s going to be one of those plop-on-the-couch-evenings with the remote in hand, brainlessly searching for something worthwhile, because you’re not about to watch AGT or a rerun of The Walking Dead. As you’re dipping that multigrain chip into some more guac, you’re contemplating if you’ve even got the energy to order a pizza. Hey,…
