Monday again
I always feel sorry for Monday.
It couldn't be further removed from Saturday; a day of fun and opportunities.
Monday, on the other hand, is reviled.
Monday is loathed.
Sunday gets it partially in the neck as well. A day of rest that, past four, you simply can't enjoy.
Don't get me wrong, it always starts well. A lazy lie in with no hurry to get ready.
Coffee, tea, a bite to eat. In years gone by, a newspaper; the supplements scattered across the bed.
After a lengthy shower, perhaps a few hair of the dog pints at the local before a roast and a lie down.
But come four o'clock, cometh the rats. The mood shifts.
The scampering of intrusive thoughts about impending work.
The emails and tasks you ignored on Friday to get an early jump on the weekend. That big project that's about to kick off.
Team meetings.
Forced pleasantries.
“I hope this email find you well”
It's all waiting for you...
on Monday.