It just seemed to be one of those days. Woke up from a bad dream, the toilet wouldn't go down, dropped everything I touched and we had our taxes prepared. Through it all, I just kept saying "it's Monday" like that's a bad thing.
So...I'm going to appreciate the things that I complained about before I go to bed. The bad dream I had just means I made it into a deep enough sleep through the night. The toilet not going down, well when Carl got home, he fixed it without any trouble. Dropping everything I touched just meant additional exercise and having the taxes done was entertaining in itself (story tomorrow).
Really then, what was so bad about today? Not a thing. After all...it's Monday.
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