Wednesday Proved

Wednesday proved - I'm sure it will - to have little of Tuesday. The day which incidentally, proved, against the assumption of  Monday's Loss, not to be Monday's loss at all. Seems Tuesday awaits another role.... But Wednesday - I'm sure - will prove to be, little of Tuesday. All thoughts are, as I type, leaning forward: into this computer-screen, out that door, down the highway to the rest of the week.... Even the first thoughts of today, as my eyes were peeled by the sunrise, were of only an hour before: a dream where de Niro was teaching technique next-door, full of action-as-thinking, and shouting, and bumping, before he returned to the pool area where I was sat, watching a slim pale dart of a young blonde thing drop into the crystal blue California pool. He dove in. Just before that sunrise. Which I'm sure will happen tomorrow. Not again. But it will. As it did yesterday. Therefore, this morning's sunrise, yesterday's loss? And with the certainty of Wednesday's sunset coming, will it prove today's already losing?