I always know when Monday comes around. I may be clueless of any other day of the week…but Monday, it gets me every time. The pace is twice as fast as any other day. And the demands increase ten fold.
Isn’t that crazy? I mean really what makes Monday feel that it has the right? It needs to be the slowest day so that we can all slowly make the transition from the weekend. But no, it has to hit full blast. I started out with grand plans for the day but it is slimming down to nothing faster than if it was taking apidexin. Just a minute ago it was 9 AM, now it’s past Noon.
So, what really happens to Mondays? I think they get sucked in and twisted around in a big black hole or something else equally as crazy.
Now, I have to git. I have stuff to do and daylight is a burnin.
Beds needs changin, dishes need washin, laundry needs hangin.
AND, I have the house all to myself so I think I will turn on the radio and enjoy what little Monday I have left.
What are you up to today?
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