After all, it is Monday.
Spring has definitely arrived at The House on the Hill. My eyes are itchy and watery, and the tears aren’t because it’s Monday and the weekend is over. My allergies, which make their triumphant return for about a week every year around this time, have finally decided to make an appearance.
It’s no big deal. I just take some allergy pills and think about how much better this is than shoveling snow.
Yesterday was the first real scorcher of the year. I went out for my morning run dressed for the chillier weather that has become the norm around these parts, but I was way overdressed. To the point that I was stripping down along my running route.
I was definitely a sweaty mess, but at least I got out there and allowed the sun to work its magic on me.
By reactivating my sweat glands, I probably left a good ten to fifteen pounds of perspiration out on the streets of town. I feel much thinner already.
Last night was the first night of the year that sleep was a problem because of the heat. Thankfully, I didn’t have to get out the fan because it’s way too early in the game for that.
That’s why I wasn’t ready to answer the call of my alarm clock this morning. I’d finally fallen asleep and settled into bizarre dream mode. The stories playing in my head were far too interesting to replace with having to go to work.
At least my Monday is a mini work week. I have tomorrow off because we’re doing a special afternoon taping of The Nite Show. This edition is aimed at high school kids, so we are taping at a time when they can join us at the Gracie Theatre right after school.
That should be fun. Danny sent over the monologue topics this morning, so I’ll spend tonight and tomorrow morning coming up with new jokes. I’m pretty immature, so it should be easy to write jokes for the high school crowd.
It looks like rain this morning, which should cool off things and make my allergies a little less annoying.
With the way things are looking up, I’d swear it was Tuesday…
As always, there is plenty of coffee in the kitchen, so help yourselves. Flag down an intern if you need anything. Do your best to forget that it’s Monday.
Remember, there’s only 17 hours left to this horrible day!