What can you say about a Monday? I have the next one, the one next week, off. But there fifty-three Mondays in this year, and not every one of them is going to hold thrilling tales. Most of them are just going to be your average…well, Monday.
I slept late this morning and was again rewarded by a slow train — although not anywhere as delayed as last week. I RSVP’ed for a wedding in March — anybody wanna be my plus-one? And at lunch, I took a chance on the Chinese place around the corner and discovered it — or at least my sweet and sour chicken — wasn’t bad at all. And I finished reading a book. I wasn’t super-impressed.
That was Monday.