The work at the office was unending. Phone calls. Schedulings. More phone calls. Faxes (yes, we still get faxes). More schedulings. I barely kept ahead of everything. I finally stopped for lunch around 2 p.m. In the time I took to eat a chicken sandwich, another pile of work showed up for me. I prefer my Mondays to be a little more sedate, easing me into the work week. This day was like a sharp blow to my temple with a hammer.
Now the second part of my day begins: church meetings. Really, all I want to do is crawl into a big glass of...water when I get home and call it a night. That won't be happening. I'll be lucky if I'm home by nine o'clock this evening. I'm really beat. I hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of a meeting. That would be bad.
I had every intention of working on a new poem today. Didn't happen. I was also going to order my textbooks for the fall semester. Didn't happen, either. I had a lot of intentions today. None of them are going to come to pass.
Saint Marty will be lucky if he remembers to brush his teeth before he goes to bed.
|A typical Monday|