Rather than just wallow in my basement bunker as I wondered why people still refused to wear masks to stop a pandemic, I decided to do something to shake up the mundane Monday. I turned to writing, my favorite escape and a brilliant weapon for fighting a case of the Mondays.
It wasn’t like it was a horrible day. It was just Monday. You know how it is. The labor elves sneak into the office over the weekend, and mischievously pile mountains of work on your desk so it’s there to greet you when you arrive.
Today’s mountain took me longer to scale than usual, and I don’t think the heat and humidity helped the situation.
Despite my blah day, I did notice two exciting things, and I figured that was probably just enough around which to craft a surprise Monday blog post.
I woke up excited to drive to work.
Not because I wanted to go to work, mind you. I knew the damn labor elves would have left their gifts behind for me.
I was excited because I wanted to get behind the wheel of my new ride. How crazy is that? I hate driving, but suddenly I wanted to rev the engine and take to the streets.
Isn’t she kind of bad ass? I like the redesign of the front. Makes it look tougher, as if it wants to find Snow Miser on a dark, snowy road and knock him miles into the woods.
I spent most of the drive trying to figure out what all the buttons on the steering wheel did. I’m sad to report that none of them made the car fly. That was disappointing.
I took side streets home today, but tomorrow, I might go a little out of my way just to let her get a decent workout on the highway. After all, a healthy car is a dependable one.
The other thing I noticed was that the cool clouds had returned.
I cannot wrap my brain around why I’m so obsessed with clouds lately, but these ones made me think of Bespin.
They have since brought some much needed rain to the neighborhood, but before they did that important work, they were nice enough to pose for some photos for me…
So that’s about how my day went. I worked, I drove, I lost my head in the clouds.
All in all, not a bad way to spend a Monday if you really think about it. And the cherry on top of this bizarre sundae of a Monday is that there’s ice cream waiting in the freezer.
I guess the lesson here is that life is what you make it. You can just order off the menu and take the same old Monday that’s served to you every week, or you can create your own sundae on a Monday and better enjoy yourself.
I’m rambling now, but I’m in a much better mood now that I’m in writer mode…
What’s your favorite weapon for battling the Mondays?