Not literally, unfortunately.
As August grinds to a close, I observe two kinds of people: The ones that lament the end of summer, and the ones that just can’t wait to go on to fall. Guess which category I fall into.
Actually, as I get older I strive to avoid wishing for that which patently cannot be. It is August. It will remain August for the allotted number of days. And the temperature will be what it chooses, based on barometric pressure or other meteorological conditions which I do not understand; my personal preferences will not affect it in the slightest degree (see what I did there?).
All this by way of introduction to a Monstrous Monday blog post in which I will strive not to whine about how over-heated I am. No promises.
It is really not as sexy as the poster implies.
Saturday afternoon when my husband, Steven fell asleep on the love seat, I seized the opportunity to put in a cheesy horror movie. I picked this one up on VHS at a rummage sale, so its cheesy bonafides were assured. I had seen it before but do not remember doing a blog post on it. I miss those write-ups I used to do on cheesy movies. They were fun to write, although they did not usually get a lot of blogger love. Regular readers know what a Like junkie I am.
Not an actual depiction of wage slaves going to work on Monday.
I close with an image of what it sometimes feels like trying to function on a Monday. Oh hell, I get that feeling on and off all week! Please don’t tell my boss. I do try to fight it.
Regarding this foolish blog post, I see I am approaching 300 words. I call that respectable. I hope you will all join me again tomorrow for what may or may not be a Tired Tuesday Post.
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