Rainy Day Mondays

By Tuesday, if I'm not careful, my mind's a mess but stable enough to realize that this is the way it's going to be. By noon Wednesday, the fog has greatly faded, and I can see my way a lot more clearly. Thursday is the bridge that gets me across the gaps of my world and readies me for the relief of Friday. Friday morning's breakfast is a cup of coffee, two slices of buttery toast, and a big bowl of the tasty anticipation of the celebration. Although come Saturday, there may be many chores and honey dues, I still have more space and feel free as a bird. Sunday is a relative 'sleep in', but I always make it my quest to do my best to make it a blessed day of worship, recline, and rest. A regular Monday is perhaps the last day to look forward to, but Rainy Day Mondays always make me feel that I am in neutral and wishing it was Sunday. 02192018 PS Contest, Rainy Days And Mondays, Silent One