Imagine a world without Monday?
Sunday is great to rest and relax.
I need Monday more than anything.
I don't care if it rains or snow. Monday's don't bring me down.
I feel alive on Mondays. It's the first day of getting back into the working grind.
The community and the people come alive again.
All the complaining will someday be forgot.
Monday just feels like the "Go !"
The Sunday, is the "ready-get-set".
A day where I can get up early and after coffee, sit and explore my to do list.
Explore my creative side. Tackle the errands before lunch. I enjoy my routine with a
light salad and cookies. The third Monday of every month I go to a poetry reading at the local book and tea room.
I drink more coffee or this Monday I decided on a cup of sweet tea and a bagle with cream cheese. A sprinkle of cinnamon while I watch the flat screen over the bakery case.
The last Monday is where I need to sit and work on the next month's schedule.
My first two days of the month I make the 45 minute drive to a place where I volunteer and meet people who are interested in becoming a writer. We talk and sometimes play a quick game of scrabble at the comfortable tables and chairs inside the little quaint shop.
Althought the quick game turns into hours and before you know it, it's supper time.
The lightening is perfect. And the lamps that hang above each table give the perfect amount of light. I can read several of the books or see what I am writing.
The space has good vibes. It's cozy. And I really like the name.
"GG's Book & Tea Room"
I can't imagine a world withough Monday's.
Tuesday's a different story. The lightening and the music changes.
The atmosphere feels like it starts the wind down because hump day is knocking on the door.
I go to GG's the third and fourth Tuesday. Those days are sandwhich day with a muffin to boot. Home made muffins with three different varieties. And a good cup of java with whipped creme on top.
I would miss Monday's because it would feel off balanced to miss the brownies and fresh pastires on Mondays. The sun shines more on Mondays than not.
The bird's seem to sing with a refreshed song.
I am so glad the world has Monday to begin the journey through