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Too Brain Dead to Swoon?

It is late for me for posting, but I want to try to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post.  Of course I have little to blog about and little brain to blog with.  Also, I do not feel up to searching my Media Library for the picture of The Brain from the Planet Arous, which I usually like to share on these occasions.  What, oh what, will I blog about?

 

Great side eye.

I was able to find this shot from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die. My brain obviously would and did die.  Now I am slipping into Monstrous Monday mode but hope by tomorrow to have regained some brain power and have a bit better of a blog.

Does your Monday look like this?

Tomorrow is a Monday holiday for many, thanks to the blood and sweat of the labor movement.  Not for everybody, of course.  I worked on Labor Day for many sad years in the retail industry and sometimes while in the army.  I know many first responders and health care workers do not have the day off.  I mention it in passing, this being a Sunday post, and in the past it was my legitimate reason for me swooning, dramatically posed with the back on one wrist to my forehead.  Oh woe!  Tomorrow is Monday!

What is my excuse these days, you may ask?  I have no excuse.  But I shall swoon when I decide to.  My only regret is that I do not have a chaise lounge to swoon upon.  I hope to make a swoon-free blog post on Monday.

 

I Do Not Labor For My Pre-Labor Day Friday Lame Post

Can I make my Lame Post Friday post while it is still Friday?  Let us see.

My headache was gone when I arose this morning, only for my back to be stiff and painful.  What the hell, body?   I had to go to work; if you call in sick just before a three-day weekend, they do not pay you for the holiday.  Still, I find a backache easier to deal with than a headache, so I counted my blessings.  Then the backache abated before I left for work, so Score!

Work was not heinous.  It rarely is, so I have that going for me.  After work, I enjoyed wine on the front porch with my friend Kim.  I continued to sip a little indoors after Kim went home.  I also enjoyed a DVD of Columbo. Who doesn’t love a little murder and mayhem to start the weekend right?

Love that raincoat.

Looking forward to my three-day weekend (don’t hate me, those of you who do not get one; I too suffered years of such abuse), I wonder what I can do that will make a better blog post.  I can think of a few possibilities, but I make no promises.  I may spend my time watching cheesy movies and drinking champagne.  I have a couple of bottles in the fridge for just such a contingency.

One of my favorites!

Incidentally, this is far from the worst movie ever made.  Have I written a blog post about it?  That might be a worthy labor on Labor Day weekend.

 

Middle-aged Musings on a Not Real Monday

Happy Labor Day, everybody!  I am still feeling a giddy, feet-shuffling delight that I have a three-day weekend.  Many years of retail, army then retail rendered me quite jaded regarding Monday (and other day) holidays.  I have had Labor Day off since 2011 and it still feels wonderful to me.

Oh, I KNOW other people will never get Monday holidays off, most notably police, firemen, medical workers and other important folks.  Also those of less gratifying work such as retail and fast-food (at least, I was never particularly gratified by working in these fields; perhaps others feel differently).  Why do I feel guilty about being so happy about having a three-day weekend?  I have worked plenty of Monday holidays!  Many people other than me have Monday holidays and other days off that I don’t have.  I suppose I am more susceptible to guilt.  Perhaps it would benefit me to stop taking so seriously what other people say.

I guess I am not letting the guilt take away all my pleasure in my unusual Monday off.  I ran this morning (after first having coffee; I meant to write a blog post about it, oops). Steven,who, quite surprisingly, has today off (he worked the weekend), fixed a lovely breakfast.  We have been watching movies since about noon. It has been a MARVELOUS day.  If only I had written a blog post earlier and, you know,written a better blog post, my life would be perfect.

However, one publishes what one can.  We’ll call this a Monday Middle-aged Musings and drive on.