Monday, Monday

Found this in an old collection of musings from the early 2000s. Nice to remember and go back to a time when I was so chirpy!

Perfection on A Monday is when…

You get up before your alarm sets of its earsplitting, slumber-shattering clamor

The sun is shining in through the blinds and the view from your window is of blue skies

There is leftover pizza in the refrigerator that you can grab for lunch, saving you from the scramble to make a sandwich

You are all ready and out the door when your ride arrives

You are in the office and at your desk before the clock strikes the eighth hour of the day

You are not greeted by a tottering pile of papers the size of Mt Everest, on your desk

The boss is in a great mood; friendly, expansive, beaming, benevolent…

The song “Just Another Manic Monday” does not strike a chord in your heart and mind

Your eyes do not dart to the clock every five minutes, keeping the futile count to seventeen hundred hours, and freedom

The day goes by at a steady trot, and your work gets done

The end of the day brings with it an invitation to dinner and the company of good friends

You remember that such a day is rare and to be treasured, and store it away in that little corner of your mind, so that it is there to comfort and encourage you through the next Manic Monday!