Monday. The beginning of another week. I wonder if it isn't long past memories of having to go to school on a Monday after a lazy weekend that makes me hate it so? Whatever it is, I hate Mondays - just like the Boomtown Rats song.

The weekend is just long enough to forget. Forget the long to do list, the tiresome project that needs to be started next week. It's just long enough to forget all the things I need to do during the coming week. So I spend the first 2-3 hours on a Monday trying to figure out what I need to do and the list seems to grow and grow. It doesn't matter how many coffees I drink, Monday is miserable.

Monday is "Moon day". But my Monday's always feel like a moonless dark night. A day sent to add a gray hair and a wrinkle or two more to my face. Moon day - sort of conveys the idea of reflection and luminosity as opposed to a gray day full of slog and sudden realizations of something else I forgot to do last week.

I hate Monday's.