Monday always come faster than it should. It usually comes with a headache or some form of crankiness that can only be washed away with lots of coffee or nice words from a friend or coworker. Sometimes it comes cold and dreary in a way that makes you wish it wasn’t there so you didn’t have to experience the drab of that particular Monday. And sometimes it comes bright, shiny and warm in a way that makes you wish that you could have had that Monday two days earlier when you didn’t have to go to work or to school or whatever.
Mine, today, came with no fanfare. In fact, it just came, almost as if Friday birthed it itself. What the crap? Where did my weekend go?