I Wish It Were a Sunday

There are days when you wake up and it feels like a Monday and you think, "wow, it's Monday" (because you are brilliant). There are days when you try to be optimistic and small inconsequential things happen in sequence which push you over the ledge to having perhaps one too many glasses of reading water in the evening. On this given Monday, you may also have been described as "grumpy" by anyone really willing to get near you and be honest with you. As the day winds down, you find a moment of quiet reflection, you read your email, and discover that one of your favorite GBC members has sent you a link to a mobile which she thinks you will love, and you in fact, do. So, you shed a briny tear because you are an emotional creature, and you remember that Mondays pass.