It Doesn’t Feel Like Monday

I know it’s Monday, but for some reason, it doesn’t feel like Monday. Everything seems unusually quiet this morning. Even Isabella let me sleep a little later than usual, which is certainly a welcome change. There’s something about the stillness of the morning that makes it difficult to believe another workweek is beginning.

I wish I were still in bed, sound asleep, putting off the responsibilities of a new week for just a few more hours. Unfortunately, wishing won’t make it happen. The weekend is over, the alarm has gone off, and Monday has arrived whether I’m ready for it or not.

So, I’ll drink my coffee, try to shake off the lingering desire to crawl back under the covers, and get ready for work. Maybe by the time I finish my coffee, I’ll feel a little more enthusiastic about the day ahead.

A new workweek begins. There’s no putting it off, no matter how much I’d like to.

Happy Monday, everyone! I hope your coffee is strong and your week gets off to a good start.