Does anybody remember a feature I used to have called Monday Middle-aged Musings? I have been told I am no longer middle-aged but old (59 + 59 = 118, an age I am unlikely to attain, was the logic, but I rarely do the math) (I am 60 now, but I was 59 when the unkind remark was made to me). Still, I love my alliteration, and I really feel I have overdone Monstrous Monday, at least until I get some new monster pictures into my Media Library.
Full disclosure: It is early Tuesday morning. I was tired last night, and lazy. The fact is, all I require of myself on Monday is to get through the day. However, yesterday I… oh never mind what all I did, but I accomplished several chores and errands. They may not have been enough to exhaust the average person, but give me a break. I’m old.
Why do I feel such relief that it is no longer Monday? I first wrote that as a parenthetical comment in the last paragraph then thought it was a musing as well as a comment. I have reflected before on the rhythm of a Monday through Friday schedule, how to many people the week sucks progressively less as it wends slowly toward Friday and the weekend. I rebel against this thinking on principle, and I have said this before: why would we pack all our happiness into two days and be miserable for the remaining five? Sorry to repeat myself.
Why do I always dive right back into redundancy?
I went to my Media Library, to find a picture to distract myself from saying the same thing yet again. I thought this was appropriate. Do Not Enter! Do Not Keep Making the Same Stupid Blog Post! Do Not Pass Go! Do Not Collect $200! Now I am getting silly. Anyways, as regular readers know, when I see a sign like the above while running or walking, I do not hesitate to enter.
In any case, this nonsense has gotten me over 300 words, and I do not have time to come up with anything else if I want to take a walk this morning (full disclosure: I do not particularly want to but know it would be a good idea). Once again, I thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
I like the idea of Monday Middle Age Musings and no, I don’t remember that. Maybe you can alternate.
It was some years ago when it was a regular feature, before I learned how to add pictures to the blog.
Middle Age Monday should be followed by Old Age Tuesday, not that we old’ens know what day of the week it is.
Anyway, stop waffling Joseph, (that’s me). At close to 73, I refuse to be classified as old! I can see off many younger men than me in fitness, good looks and sheer joy, though I’m not very good in the hair department nowadays. I am the happiest person I know and the happiest person you’ll ever know. For me, middle age is still around the corner!
Now, what was the question again?
Oh yes, Middle Age Monday, Old Age Tuesday, and then, Drop Dead Wednesday, Ressurection Thursday, Fish on Friday, and Satire on Saturday, let’s hope it’s Sunny on Sunday.
What do you mean, “as mad as a box of frogs?” Who? Me?
Your comment made me laugh, which I sorely needed this morning (finally logging back onto WordPress). Mad as a box of frogs, I love it! You inspire me to continue my quest to post every day, now that I have missed posting for an entire week.
😁
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