Monday of Holy Week

… and nothing about it feels holy.

Monday morning always sucks and there’s no way around that. It is one of two things.

It is the day after a Sunday at church. Which means it’s like going to hell after being in heaven.

OR

It is the third of three days in a row at That Place. Which means I’m tired and I’m hurting and I’m in a crappy mood.

Monday can’t win. In a way, I feel sorry for Monday. However I still hate it.

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