Life is such a sweet insanity.

I find Mondays to be so interesting. I'm usually dog tired because I've screwed up my sleep patterns over the weekend, opting to stay up late and sleep in during the weekend. And where does the term "dog tired" come from anyways? It seems like it would be "cat tired", as its cats that sleep 2/3 of the day.

But I digress.

This morning I was up at 6:00 a.m. to resume my walking. I briefly thought about sleeping in and just saying the hell with it, but I felt too guilty and too fat to just lie in bed and to resume my dream. They say guilt is a feeling from within. No one can make you feel guilty, you allow yourself to feel guilty.

I'm apparently very good at this.

So I hauled myself out of bed, threw some kibble in Tom's bowl and hit the open road, where approximately four surly drivers, who undoubtedly were not happy it was Monday morning, aimed their big ass SUVs at me.

Tomorrow I'm selecting a different route.

When Earl and I were contemplating moving 18 months ago, I vowed that we would not move to a busy road again. Our old house was on a state route which was frequently traveled by large trucks, small cars and prisoners escaping the local prison. Walking on the road was not enjoyable, as the speed limit of 55 was all but ignored and no one in this area really is a good driver of any fashion. Except myself, of course.

So here we are on a county maintained route, which is curvier, not as wide and signed for a speed limit of 45. The speed limit is still ignored, the drivers still suck and to top it all off, we're closer to the "suburbs" which means yuppies shaving and/or putting on makeup whilst driving to work. At least in the old house we were out in farm country where people rarely showered, let alone shaved and/or put on makeup.

Oh calm down, I'm exaggerating about the farm people. But you get my drift. I can see the e-mail now. "I've lived on a farm all my life and I am a clean, respectable human being." I know, I know, and I probably find you sexy too, sweat and all.

Anyways, after my joyous walking experience I headed off to work which was rather pleasant. Everyone says "It's Monday". "Happy Monday." I try to be as pleasant as possible, though I do feel like I'm nodding off because my sleeping pattern is getting back on track. I actually wake up around 11:06 a.m. "Wow! I'm at work!" Then I get productive.

Now that I think about it, Monday only differs from the rest of the week in that I jerk awake around 10:54 instead of 11:06.

But it's all good. I try desperately not to look ahead to the upcoming weekend. It seems like it's just looming on the horizon. For if you wish for nothing but the weekend, then you're not enjoying your week. Then time flies by and before you know it, you've done nothing but wish time away.

I hope you everyone had a wonderful Monday.