I recently had someone ask me if I ever have "the Mondays." The truth is, I do not. Mondays do not seem to affect me any more than any other day. I do admit I love going to bed on Fridays and Saturdays knowing that I do not have to work in the morning and I love waking up on Saturdays and Sundays. Other than that, the days do not really matter to me. (Actually I look forward to Wednesday evenings more than the weekends, but that is another story completely.)
What does matter to me is the length of the days. I have found myself to be so sad lately driving home from work in the dark. I do not suffer from the Mondays, but I do suffer from the Autumn and Winter. It just seems so lonely. I think it would seem a lot less lonely if I had a wood stove or people to go home to, but driving home in the dark is just so darn depressing....
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I think moving back to Sonora will fix that...
I feel you about driving home in the dark, I hate going to work when it is still dark-ish and getting home and it being dark-ish...
BTW-You are falling way behind again. Time for two-a-days
I do get the "Mondays". I feel like every Monday when I get up, "here we go again". I feel like I run a marathon every week, all week long, just coping to get to the weekends. In the summer, I feel like the weekends are the marathon!
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