Or is it?
Monday's are typically my favorite day of the week. Monday's are my day off. My day to get things done. My day to work on my writing.
But not today. I've been called into work and that just put's a monkey wrench in my routine.
I'm flexible. Right? Then why haven't I made it out of bed yet? Could be because it's 30 degrees out and I'm afraid I'll freeze if I leave the comfort of my blankets.
So I'm wondering if my disturbing dreams last night have anything to do with the fact that I have to work today. Crazy dreams. My daughter and I and some strangers were minding our own business, riding in our pioneer style wagon trying to find a McDonald's when all of a sudden enormous Raven's started attacking us. I shoved "Drama" to the floor of the wagon and told her to cover her head and then I started throwing ice cubes at the birds.
Moving on to the next dream. I have no idea where I was but I was trying to type this post only the keys on the keyboard were in another language. Take into consideration that I'm not a great typer and you see the problem. Then the lady at the hotel was trying to be helpful but she kept calling me by my daughter's name and I never corrected her. The actress, Lucy Liu entered my dream and asked me if I was comfortable with my weight. According to her, everyone at work had been talking about me and noticing that I'd put on a few pounds. I stuffed a danish in my mouth and rinsed it down with McDonald's coffee and told Lucy to mind her own damn business.
Or is it?
How's your Monday?
SIS Barb aka Elle J Rossi