It is Monday.
It has been Monday--
all. day. long.
(Pictures are from Victoria…)
I was late for work,
and I hate being late.
(and are of places I’d rather be…)
It’s raining and turning cold again.
(…than here feeling grumpy.)
I am tired of teenagers,
and repeating myself
(and even those two are redundant),
and people who don’t know grammar writing practice test booklets.
Are you tired of me whining yet?
I am, so I promise to stop.
What’s happening at your place? Was your Monday
or somewhere between?
Be blessed (and I know I am, even though I’m grouchy at the moment),