I (Now) Heart Mondays

I'm sure this has been blogged by better bloggers than myself, but when did Monday become the best day of the week?

To be more specific, at what stage of life does Monday become the best day of the week? Hope, vision, and energy. Possibilities, mental acuity, drive, confidence. All at a peak somewhere around 7:15 am, Monday. Once the Day of Doom, Monday is now the day of blue skies, sunshine, and rainbows. Did I just write that? Must be a Monday.

While the Monday State Of Mind has been building in me for some time, I've experienced it most in the past six months. Now I'm trying to figure out if it'sd an age/time of life thing. Out of vanity I deny you the specifics but I admit to being over fifty, in good physical condition, and sober. I get great rest, and, when I weekend, I weekend. This involves significant chunks of time not accomplishing anything other than activities in which my mind can be free of challenge, argument, or discourse.

Recharging? Ah, that must be it. My weekends, devoted to rest and the pursuit of nothing, are filling my batteries back up with all that optimistic goodness. Makes sense. Also explain why by Thursday afternoon I'm literally crawling on my knees to the couch. At least my window of opportunity, Monday 7:15 am to Thursday 3:15 pm, is now known and defined. Hurrah to the early week writing sessions. Woe to the Friday afternoon Zoom calls.

Thus, you now know where and when to find old Wallace at his best. At least we've been up front about it. Have a great week.

Photo of where & how I spent this past weekend.