It’s Monday.
When I worked, I always loved Monday, although most people don’t. They think of it as the end of the weekend, the start of the work week with deadlines and whatever. I looked at it as the day to get acclimated to the office regime with four days ahead to accomplish what needed to be done. I never scheduled meetings or appointments on Monday if it was in my power. Instead I eased into the workload and then charged ahead the next four days.
I’ve been out of the work force more than ten years. Still, it’s Monday, so I’m shedding my vacation skin and returning to the list I made regarding things with deadlines. None of them is due today, in keeping with my philosophy. But the rest of the week’s calendar looks like a checkerboard with various obligations, commitments, and social plans logged in.
Come to think of it, Monday is part of the weekend for me.
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