Does anyone like Monday? I believe you could have every scrap of work done on Friday and still discover a magical mound of unfinished tasks wagging a disapproving finger at you on Monday morning. I need to find a spell to counter whatever beast cursed me with this sickness. Based on the moans and groans from my coworkers, I find solace in the fact that I am not the only afflicted party. Part of my start of the week aversion stems from my propensity for attempting to stuff ten pounds of weekend potatoes into a five-pound weekend sack. Added to my misery is the continuing saga of the unwanted migraine interloper who refuses to leave. Isn’t there some saying about houseguests, fish, and pounding headaches stinking after three days? We are there.
Then there were my two appointments. I love when organizations give you a tight window of expected arrival times. These guys were super precise. Sometimes between 8 am. and 3 pm. The message was clear – your day is unimportant to us, and we are remarkably important, and terribly busy people. We will get to you when we get there, keep your pants on, please. The morning dragged by, and my coffee grew cold. Lunchtime came and went. At 1:15 pm. my wait ended. When they left, I was the proud owner of two tiny stickers, announcing the remodeling permit passed Final Inspection. Ta-Dah. Permit closed.
Don’t be fooled. There is plenty of finish work, paint touch-ups, hardware installation, and cleaning on the punch list. And let’s not overlook the decorating. But every cloud has a silver lining. The approval means I am now free to move into my new office. Maybe some Mondays aren’t so bad after all.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 603 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer