Today definitely feels like a Monday, and it’s barely started.
What does a Monday feel like? It starts with the desire to stay in bed all day. Blinking away the last wisps of sleep, I crawl out of bed and stub my toe. I hobble to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair looks like it’s been styled by a demon.
I have a whole day to get through. With office hours and a meeting all afternoon, I should be busy. But I suspect the hours will go slowly and I will miss the weekend all the more.
Words Like Me 