Monday keeps stalking me. I’ve told it many times that we are through. But then I will be out, enjoying a nice weekend, and there it is, lurking around a corner. Watching me. Reminding me that all good things must come to an end and I will be back with Monday. Maybe counseling will help.
Or a restraining order.
Can someone have two loves? When it is coffee and beer, I say ‘Yes.’ Throw in running, and some of us can even have three. The monkey wrench in the whole thing is when one of them gets a bout of low self esteem and becomes jealous. I believe we all can live together in harmony. Coffee is just having some self-doubts at the moment. Maybe it’s time for a nice trip to that coffee shop downtown. The locally-owned one that is hip with the cool music and paintings. Just me and coffee on a special date. Maybe this time, too, we’ll stay there instead of getting it to go like we always do. Wouldn’t that be nice?