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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.

 

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.