An Ode to Monday

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,

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