I'm not sure. I want to revel, I want to remember and smile and say "WONDERFUL!" really really loud, whenever someone asks me how my weekend was. But the mind invariably drifts onward, and the future is looking cloudy, overcast, and even chilly, in contrast to the sunny, bright, and breezy last two days.
This will be my challenge this week. I might not love it as much as I've loved the weekend. I don't know that a person is exactly supposed to. The weekday is, I claim without substantiated evidence, inherently different from the weekend. But I know Monday has some treasures in it, I just have to find them. I have to learn to love Monday for what it is, and not despise for what it can never be.
Remember, fair isn't the same for everyone, its giving each what it needs. So I'll give Monday its due, and try and give it what it needs to be come a wonderful memory in its own right. This girl right here, well, she might just have the right idea. Of course, everyone's situations are different, but lets be honest: there's always someone with less time than you, and so you'd better enjoy the time you've got.
|Duke wants you to have a good week, too.|
He'd also like to know what to do with the excess tongue problem he seems to be having...
May your Monday be Merry & Bright,