Monday monday.
I almost forgot about you…this morning something roused me from my sleep. And instantly I was trying to force myself to re-snuggle close my eyes and doze off again, because you see, I thought it was Sunday. And I like Sunday, so imagine the dispair that crossed my face when I realised I’d already used up my Sunday quota for the week.

So here I am Monday, and I’m not going to let you win.

I’m going to make some breakfast, and some lunch. I’ve washed my hair, which in about an hour will look great. I have an application of super long socks to insulate my lower legs. And I’m going to rejoice in the fact that my car looks nicer coated with morning dew. When I arrive at work I will make tea.

You survived the rapture…but how will you survive Monday?