The first Monday (in weeks)

So this is the first Monday in the last three weeks, for me anyways. While everyone has been toiling away and dreading this day of the week I’ve been on vacation.

Not to say that it was three weeks of sunshine and roses, the last ten have been spent with me suffering with a nasty "I think I could have coughed up a lung’ type of cold. It just figures that I’m feeling better now… when I have to get back to work.

This gettting up at six a.m. huffs, I learned this hip new lingo from Lola. I think I like it… “huffs” has a nice ring to it and seems to be a politically correct way of expressings one’s displeasure with a situation. Unless of course you think it offends anyone who is a huffer. If that is the case, I apologize to anyone I may offend.

Three hours of sleep… whoooooo!!! Insomnia is a bitch and when I catch up to her I am going to beat her like a rented mule. I don’t think it was because I was all excited about getting back to work (cause that would be crazy), I didn’t eat anything strange, and the Nyquil seemed to have been keeping the hacking cough at bay… needless to say, it’s gonna be a long ten hours.

So I’m off to cruise the boards for a few minutes before I brave the freeway, have a great day everyone.

Oh crap… I can’t find my watch, that can’t be a good sign.

How am I going to know when it’s time to come home?