Dec 08 2008
Mondays?
I know a lot of people that hate Mondays. Mondays are simply a day of the week that take the blame because it is the beginning of the traditional work week. Usually, people sleep in on the weekends….even 8am is sleeping in on a Sunday- at least for me. Monday mornings bring, once again, the warm feet hitting the cold floor….the brushing off of the car, braving the weather to go to a job that maybe you love, but maybe you don’t. It is the first day of the work week- so even in places that operate 7 days a week, the administration is in. Things are a little more tense. I can see why most people don’t love Mondays.
Even for me, my Monday started with having to get up- just shortly after my love finally crawled in to bed. I had to take Nellie out right away- so I didn’t even get to start the coffee pot first. I waitied for her outside, where the wind whipped at my hair, until it was beyond much more than throwing it up in a know on top of my head- which I did a few minutes later inside the house. Eventually I had to go back outside and brush the car off- while the wind, once again, tore at my hair, and forced my nose to run. I started the drive to work- and realized that I wouldn’t even have time to stop for coffee. I worked through a moderately stressful day- where I had to stay late. I left work, and got home in time to let the dog out, change into jeans, and then I headed out to the 20-something Christmas party. And that is where my day changed.
All of the misfits were accounted for, there was some conversation, but there was a ton of laughing. I thought I was going to blow nacho chips right out of my nose. There was fellowship, a lot of laughing, and memories made. Oh, the memories. But then, I can’t really go in to it…..because what happens in England, I mean, the parsonage, stays in the parsonage. 
It wasn’t such a bad Monady after all.
