Not something most people say, or working people, anyway. Monday, the beginning of a new work week. A whole five days stretching out there before we get another day off. Oh, I remember that Monday-blues feeling when I was working. But no more. Monday is like a real holiday for me.
When I awoke this morning, I realized it was beginning to get light so I was a bit startled. Had I overslept? Then I remembered. It’s Monday. No need to be up early. I could luxuriate in bed for awhile. Drift back to sleep if I wished. But, I didn’t. I really wanted to get up and start my day. My day to do NOTHING!
I dressed in around-the-house clothes. Old slacks and tshirt. Hoody. I won’t be putting on makeup today. No need to be concerned about which shoes to wear for the event of the day. I can keep my slippers on and then slip on my very old tennis shoes when I go out back to work in the yard. I won’t need a handbag. My iPhone won’t need to be silenced. I can keep it in my pocket all day because the old pants I’m wearing has nice, deep pockets, unlike those dress pants that seem to think women don’t need pockets.
Monday is the one day of the week that has no obligations. No responsibilities. No where to be. No one to meet. Well, for this week. Next week is Ladies Who Lunch.