Monday Morning
March 24, 2008
I am fortunate and find myself frequently with Mondays off.
This has led to the Monday Morning Syndrome, a general feeling of malaise and self-attack from all the things I should have done earlier in the week but kept pushing off, with bouts of anger and lack of activation energy to get started on a task. It is truly an effective form of suffering, one which I have perfected.
This Monday morning, however, I find myself well-accomplished at this early hour of 10:41. I have already washed and hung outside on the line (bonus points!) a load of laundry, done the fortnightly Trader Joe’s grocery shopping, and refurbished our supply of Nature’s Miracle —Just for Cats!
And used said product on two innocent victims from an overnight attack.
And buried the compost.
Now I am debating whether or not to take the car in to get new tires or just tackle the remainder of tasks, then hit the gym around 1300. I’m betting on the latter, which includes: sorting through assorted mail and paperwork that have been clogging up the kitchen table, vacuuming my office, and decluttering the bedroom. You know, it’s really not so bad!
Maybe I’ll stop by the tire place in the afternoon, see what’s on their plate.
