Some weekends are so nice Monday looks it might be a friend, not an expletive. Then it arrives and the mighty hammer of karma drops down all over again. Monday is just one rough hombre no matter how it’s served. Dress it up with garnish or garlic, butter or spice, it will still taste like sour milk.

True some Mondays are better than others. They’re like kittens instead of hungry lions. Like beef jerky instead of gazpacho with anchovies. Some Mondays I don’t even want a complete change of blood so as to vent the toxins.

But at this moment after two days of perfect weather the possibility of Monday is anathema. It’s a joke right? Monday is not going to happen next week at all. Yes, that’s it. The week shall start with Tuesday.

Think of the economy of it. If we extricate Monday, the weekend shall arrive one day earlier! And that’s great for productivity Mr. or Mrs. Boss man. Trust me.