Since I retired a year ago, Monday has become my favorite day of the week. I have a whole list of reasons so that’s what I’m a gonna do. List them:
- I can practice gratitude: Thank you, Mr. Husband, for giving me this glorious opportunity and the time of my life. You are why I named this post Mantastic Monday. You da man!
- I’m not at work yet, and don’t have to work at all, instead I’m on the patio drinking coffee and blogging.
- I can pretend it doesn’t exist and go back to bed I want to, even stay there all day. Don’t have to answer to a task master at the corporate mill.
- I can go shopping on a slow day, instead of joining the teeming masses in their mad scramble to consume on weekend days.
- I have the whole week ahead of me so I can weasel my way out of any self-inflicted guilt trip on what I “should” be doing. Got 4 more days to get it done. Boo Yaaa!
- When the phone rings in the evenings I don’t get that old sinking feeling of “oh shit, what did I forget to do today?” It could wait till morning, but most bosses seem to feel it is their right and duty to call you at home and bitch about something. Funny, they never call you at home to tell you what a fantastic job you are doing the other 98% of your time at the grindstone.
- The sprinklers are not coming on today and neither are the yard men so I can run around naked and with a bubble maker if I so choose. We have a 7 foot wood fence around the back yard so if someone wants to see in, they have to make an effort. And that’s their problem not mine And furthermore, seeing a 57 year old grandma running around in her birthday suit will send them running to better peeping grounds, I’m sure.
- I don’t schedule anything for Mondays if I can possibly avoid it. My Mondays are sacred!
- On Mondays for some reason my brain is off the wall even more than usual and I spend considerable time pondering deep thoughts like; do days of the week have a flavor, or a scent?
Now Tuesdays, that’s another story for another day.