Wishing Upon A Star

July 19---Monday-itis

I don’t know what it is, but for some reason, the second I get home from work on Monday I seem to collapse. It doesn’t matter if I’m working a full day or a shortened day. It doesn’t matter if I run errands or I come right home. Whatever time it is, I walk in the door and am immediately overcome by exhaustion. I have to sit in my recliner and sleep.

Someimes I’m so tired that I have to go to bed. This is the only day of the week that I feel like that. There are days that I’m tired, but I just sort of ignore it. It just can’t be a Monday.

Very Odd.

Right now I’m looking out the window and watching these huge thunderheads building up. The sky is a dark purple and there’s rumbling in the distance. I really hope we don’t lose power again. It’s still too hot to turn off the air.

Although, on the positive side, these storms are supposed to clear the air and give us some nice weather, taking away this heavy muggy soup.

Went out with Cathy yesterday. She’s totally hooked on an Irish Pub type place, so we go every few weeks. It is a nice atmosphere, all the wood and fixtures were imported from Ireland, so it is quite authentic. They even had Irish construction workers and decorators come over to build it. I guess there aren't enough real Irishmen in the Boston area.

For some reason, Cathy has to have a Shepherd’s Pie fix. A real mystery. That, to me, is the equivalent of eating wallpaper paste. It rates right up there with chicken potpie and stew. Seen and tasted one glue you’ve seen and tasted them all.

I had the world’s worst omelet. They called it the Irishman’s omelet, which apparently means that Irishmen don’t know how to cook an omelet. All they did was scramble an egg and toss in some onion and a piece of cheese. It was pathetic. Now I know that the Irish aren’t known for their cuisine, but when I was in Ireland, the best meal of the day was often breakfast.

Gotta fuel up to work in the fields you know (just kidding, I LOVE Ireland). But they do believe in that old adage about breakfast being the most important meal of the day. This pub needs to go take some breakfast lessons.

So Cathy and I had our usual gossip fest. We talked about everyone we know, and all the stuff that’s currently bugging us. She vented a bit about her ex, and how her friends who are still coupled keep inviting her to things she doesn’t really want to attend.

I can totally empathize with this. It’s that fifth wheel thing. It’s so hard to go, yet you don’t want to just sit home like a lump all day. It’s a dilemma that’s often hard to reconcile.

Well after this afternoon’s rather lengthy nap I’m good to go for quite a while. Maybe I’ll go be artistic. My stamps are calling to me. As well they should. They’re currently scattered all over the place.

Even if what I should do is clean…..
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