When Mondays are Like Mondays
today was a monday like all the usual mondays. tired. bored. restless. the team, that is. i was relatively fine, despite the tree thudding down the street and the subsequent sound of the cabinets opening and closing to the beat. we’re still missing some teammates. i keep picking up piles of things here and looking about in case one decided to come west and avoid the mayhem. and i’m gathering the things i’m going to need for wednesdays and the following days so that “i don’t feel like it” can’t be an excuse for not doing things like doing my test shots for my holiday card, cleaning the lavender baby oil out of the bath, getting little dog fluffed and folded, etc. oh and of course i’ve got to gather everything for the visit on wednesday - like a copy of that email ms. “i am a healer” sent me. sure…she’s a healer - a blue one (only not as smart).
(speaking of little dog, i just put one of my caps on him. he looked so fabulous and even smiled big - but then he shook it off and grumbled for some water. he’s not the clothing type - but is a big fan of tap liquid.)
all in all, it was just a monday like when mondays are like mondays. ho hum.