Shiloh making mixed bouquets
It’s my fault. I faced today with an air of resentment quite foreign to me, as if today was something that happened to me; as if it was unexpected-an inconvenient accident of a day. Well, it’s hard even for Monday to rise above such expectations, and this one didn’t. It’s not like it was a particularly bad day either. I mean, poor Monday! It tried its best! It didn’t really even get that hot (especially after last Monday’s triple digits!), the sun was sleepy and slow to come out but eventually did. The dog was especially cheerful and obedient, the cat more tolerant of the dog than many days. We crossed a bunch of things off the “to-do” list. The house was even clean for a change. I mean, what in the world could poor Monday do aside from going back to bed and pretending it was Sunday. Now there, I feel better already.