The love of Monday is the root of all sorts of evil.
Monday, a day only its mother could love.
O cruel fiend, robbing us of the weekend! Thrusting us bleary-eyed and sleep-drunk into the week! A pox upon thee!
Can we say drama much? How my Monday started (it’s 5:06 as I type this):
- No sleep
- I read over 100 pages of All the Light We Cannot See
- Cat vomits on floor
- I clean up said vomit
- And someone calls us at 1:00 AM–TWICE. Barbarians!
And all this before a coffee. Only, I don’t drink coffee–usually. And Mondays really aren’t that bad. For me at least. Why?, you ask. Well, that’s another post for another day 😉
Wishing you a happy week, lived on purpose, and a happy New Year to my Jewish friends and readers!
Keep your pen on the page,