Not Monday

All day I keep thinking it is Monday, but it's Tuesday! I have lost a day, taking Friday off and thinking it was a Saturday and getting Monday off and thinking it was Sunday. I keep looking at my calendar and behaving as if my schedule requires reference desk duty or meetings that normally happen on Mondays. Oh, well. I'll catch up.

I sip a bit of hot tea and try to convince myself to do some significant work, but I am in recovery mode. So are half my staff. These holiday weekends are lots of fun, but it takes some time to regain strength and be willing to settle down into normal routines. Maybe that's a good thing. If we get too settled in our ruts, we become unproductive, uninspired, dull, boring.

Of course, if there is never any routine, we become dysfunctional, unfocused, unproductive. Somewhere in there is a nice balance that energizes us without stressing us beyond endurance. Shannon so thoughtfully did all our laundry before we left so we wouldn't have to take care of that before jumping back into our ruts. What a sweetheart.

I am too tired to think about cooking anything. The boys are off doing their stuff, and I decide to settle for a baby sized soft chocolate ice cream cone for dinner. No cooking there! Besides, I realize that I have a class tonight because its NOT Monday, and I will not have time to recuperate slowly. I check my papers, edit a bit, print and head for Roberts Hall, hoping I can stay focused for an hour and a half discussion of literature.

Not Monday. But its OK. I will get through, then go home and head straight for bed, unencumbered by dirty laundry, dirty dishes, or assignments. Perhaps its a good thing that tomorrow I don't have to be to work until noon! Sleeping in sounds about right.