I love Monday. On Monday, I do nothing. Nothing I don't want to do.
I sleep late. 9:30 today.
And I do nothing.
Oh, I do read. Finished a book today.
I do take the dog out.
I do cook--my turn this Monday--a great salad, assorted vegetables and cod loin baked with Planko and green onions. Very good.
But I do nothing I don't want to do.
I went out to buy some wine--Pinot Grigio--which is all I drink (and my spell check doesn't recognize either word of a world wide known wine.)
I watch a little TV. Mostly CNN and MSNBC--liberal, almost socialist, Democrat as I am.
I talk with Bern and almost no one else all day except to say 'thank you' to people who hold wine store doors for me and 'you're welcome' to people I hold wine store doors for.
Mondays are all about me.
(Most days, if I'm honest) but Mondays for sure.
I love Mondays.
Monday is my favorite day.
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