... we call them Mondays

Some days just have that feel to them.

First it's the effort of waking up. They eyelids, you see. They refuse to cooperate.

Then it's the whole getting out the door. Pedaling the bike is more effort than it was just last week.

What the hell?

Fire up the email. Over-water the plant. The PC hiccups. One of my applications "disappears". After four tries I manage to kill the correct process (c'mon, it's not that hard!) and get everything running.

Some email sets me off. Some personal, some not. Breathe. Do not click Send on that reply you just crafted!

Breathe.

Think back to the weekend. How did that go again? Oh yes, there was drinks on Friday. That devolved pretty quickly. Laphroaig Project. Dangerous cocktail.

Saturday took a while. The quest began for a gift. Trekked out to the source of the gift.

Disaster! They are out! AIEEE! Wait. Calm yourself. You know the area. Go somewhere else. Success. Sweet success.

I'd elaborate, but this involves a birthday present. No need to ruin the surprise, such as it is.

Family time. Eat something wrong. The stomach is still unsettled.

That brings me to the morning. Hm. That little flashback didn't help.

Calmer now. Delete those ill-conceived email replies and think it through a bit.

Going to be a long day. Going to be a long week.