I don't mind Mondays. No silicon chips inside my head go off about Monday. This particular Monday I have lots of things to do, but I believe I can do them. Tomorrow I have to take a day trip out of town, which will be tiring, but not at all a bother, really. I think, though, that a rainy Saturday combined with a cold Sunday make me feel a touch weekend-deprived. I seem to be in slow-motion about getting so many things on my non-work "to do" list done. I suppose there is always next weekend--or maybe even the weeknights. At least yesterday I got the satisfaction of folding laundry. There's something life-affirming about putting things in order, particularly if one is like me, rather disorderly by first nature.