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.
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.



