Monday, October 16, 2006

Another Monday

It's 6:45 am. Coffee is brewing in the kitchen as the dawn begins to light the sky ever so gently. I can hear the distant drone of traffic out on the highway. Coming at such an early hour, the noise indicates that this is a weekday, and the world is ready for business.

I have a few brief moments to ponder before I must busy myself with the ordinary Monday things and take myself off to join the masses headed to the workaday world. I feel resistant this morning, wanting to extend the relaxed glow of the weekend a little longer. I don't want to be drawn back into my weekly routine - the sameness of it, the chains it places on me. I am conscious of it now, tugging at me against my will. I will become unaware of it once it has me in its clutches, until I am set free again, albeit briefly, at the end of the week.


pissed off patricia said...

Your weekend was pleasant and that is difficult to give up. Ours was one of those weekends where everything we touched broke. It was like a little black cloud was sitting on top of our house. For that reason and because repainmen work during the week and not on weekends, I'm sort of glad to see this week begin. Already had the garage door men here to fix the garage door which decided it didn't want to work Saturday morning. One problem fixed and two more to go.

Zelda Parker said...

I have promised myself to relax a little this month. Have been making myself a little nuts trying to pare down my to do list. So this weekend the hardest thing I did was to have lunch and breakfast out with friends and family.! I have almost forgotten how to cook! Yeah baby!

Virginia Gal said...

Merci - I do hope you are ok, I'm a bit worried, everything going on in your life and than Maxine passing away.

I wish there was something I could do to make it better. Somehow (and I know its a complete cliche), I truly believe time helps heal our wounds. I'm a big believer in time (sort of like the rubbing alcohol for the soul).

Please know I'm thinking about you.

Joe Tornatore said...

you looked tired today at work, what was yesterday like. they must not have told you this when you bought those new shoes. if you click the heels three times, it takes you to Friday afternoon.

Frank said...

Rainy days and Mondays. I like coffee when it's dark and the world hasn't quite woken up yet. The quite of Sunday morning...that's the best.