Not only was it Monday, but it was also my first day back to work after a delightful vacation. Blah!
Most importantly, it was my first day waking up alone in The House in the Hill after nine days of waking up to find The Sweet Irish Girl smiling at me. Sad face.
This morning, I woke up to something completely different and unexpected.
It was a sound.
A familiar sound, but one I assumed had to be a part of my nightmares.
There was no other explanation for it, and I’d been having some very creepy dreams lately.
As I opened my eyes to pitch blackness since it was still the middle of the night, I thought to myself how the noise that had awakened me sounded eerily like the City Snow Plow clearing my street.
How could that be, though? It wasn’t supposed to snow.
That was when I shot out of bed and ran to the window.
I normally don’t move that quickly at such an early hour, but I had to confirm that I had misheard and there was nothing horrible awaiting me outside.
To my utter horror, this is what I found…
Are you @#$%^&* kidding me???
Is that @#$%^&* snow out there?
Holy $%^&. I cannot believe this! Happy @#$%^&* Monday!!!
Clearly, my old nemesis Snow Miser saw a chance to catch me when I was vulnerable, and he decided to shove his snow boot into my throat and push down with all his might.
Now, I’m sad because The Sweet Irish Girl is gone, cranky because it’s Monday, grumbly because my vacation is over, and stressed because I have to drive in the snow.
Well played Monday and Snow Miser.
I guess the silver lining in all this is that on Thanksgiving, I’ll be able to say I’m thankful I survived the Monday from Hell. What a way to start the week, Modern Philosophers.
Hope your Monday is off to a better start. Enjoy the coffee. Only seventeen hours until it’s all over…