OK, late posts are the thing for the foreseeable future, as I sit here Monday morning making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. In case you didn’t know, this is when I swoon, the back of one wrist to my forehead, onto a handy chaise lounge or other surface. It made sense on a Sunday when I worked a Monday through Friday job: one cringes from the approaching Monday.
Is that Monday creeping up on him?
This is not Monday whispering in the driver’s ear. It is William Hurt as Kevin Costner’s inner demon in Mr. Brooks, a creepy movie that grows on me more each time I see it. I need to get a new DVD copy of it, because the one I have freezes up in a couple of places. I couldn’t find a Monday meme in my Media Library, but this picture caught my eye.
So I guess I’m getting a little non-sequitur over here, but that hardly matters. It is another placeholder post as I strive to regain my daily blogger mojo. I need to get a lot of mojos back these days: writing, running, cleaning… OK, I never for one day in my life had any cleaning mojo. As it happens, I seem to be making strides in regaining my running mojo (see what I did there).
You wouldn’t think these feet could move very fast, would you?
I was looking for a more cheerful picture to end with, but all I could find was my feet encased in running shoes. No doubt I will be making a Running Commentary post soon.
Mohawk Valley Girl 