Monday….oh Monday….such a bittersweet relationship I have with Mondays. Let me guess…you too?
You see, on one hand, Mondays are really not so terrible because they unabashedly require bouts of weekend reminiscing (Biking down Barton Springs. A candlelit evening at Fox Tavern. Green goodness at JuiceLand to make up for the aforementioned. Perusing produce at the farmers market.) On the other hand, however, Mondays equate with the start of start of this week’s to-do list (do you really want me to elaborate?) It is the day precariously sandwiched between the blissful Sabbath and the tethering Tuesday. It’s not the worst of days, but maybe not the best either. It’s just…Monday. Unless….Really you thought I was going to trail off with that cloudy disposition? You should know better!…
