You know it's a Monday when...

- you wake up at 6am and find that you feel asleep on the sofa at midnight writing and email
- you wake up later after going to your real bed, glance at your watch, and see that you have 10 minutes to get to work, and it takes 12 minutes to drive there
- you find out when you get to work that you're not late, you're 45 minutes early, because your watch got messed up the night before
- you find out while at work that the moether of one of your old friends from school, who has 10 other kids, died yesterday. (many prayers requested for her and for her children)
- your boss asks you to work late, and overtime (that actualy doesn't bother me a whole lot, but I wish I had been able to get more overtime)
- it takes $37 to fill up the old station wagon
- your accidentally back into a dealer Cadillac CTS on your way out of the gas station, and have to talk to the guy for 30 minutes, but at least there didn't appear to be any damage




But fortunately none of that matters a whole lot when you get home and find you have a very long loving email in your inbox. :)