It’s 6:16 a.m. and I’m already in the mood to go back to bed. I find getting back to work after a long weekend not easy. Truth be known, I find getting up before 10 a.m. not easy.
I’ve done my exercises. I’ve thrown my scale. I’ve carefully measured out one cup of Raisin Bran and a 1/2 a cup of fortified skim milk and crunched through that. Trying to spice up my mood, I lived on the edge and poured out 9 oz of orange juice instead of eight.
After spending the weekend doing things, moving around and doing what I want, when I want, where I want, I am in no mood to settle down behind a desk and take trouble calls like listening to Miss Priss complain that she can’t complete a call to her hairdresser. But that’s what I do.
Life?!? Where are you?