Manic Mondays

I sometimes have difficulty with Mondays. It seems there must be something psychological about a new week and all the things that need to be done. It is nice to relax and be unproductive on the weekend but by Monday I am sometimes a little freaked out by all the piled up laundry, crumby floors, and desk work. Yesterday was particularly bad - I woke up off kilter. I was unsettled, grumpy and near tears all day. I have not been like that for years!

Dave thinks I am a little bit psychic and was carrying an emotional burden for a friend of ours; or maybe there was a such a shattering of the 'harmonic balance' across the country yesterday that I had already sensed it by the time I got up at 7:15 Mountain Time.

In any case. by 11:00 it had become apparent to me that I was not going to snap out of it and have a very productive day. So I cooked up a lovely lunch for myself and the boys and then went for a quiet walk in a forest noisy with birds, squirrels, rushing water and falling pine cones.

I treated myself to a nice sit on the cottage deck, in the warm spring sun, with a novel and a super frothy latte. After a dinner of homemade chicken soup and macaroni salad, I took a nice long soaking bath, fragrant with soap given by a friend. I went to be early.

I have had a few 'psychic' episodes in my life. Several were odd happenings that only seemed psychic in hindsight. Others have been too odd while they were happening, and I wondered as they transpired.

Really, though, I think that even at my age, I am still just a girl inside and sometimes we girls have weird days.