Mondays and being tired go together like ice cream and hot fudge topping; one just goes so well with the other.
I mean, it’s not surprising. Friday night transitions into a nice relaxing two-day reprieve from a shrilling alarm clock, which means sleeping in, wearing pajamas until sometime in the whenever-you-feel-like-putting-real-clothes-on part of the day.
When I put it like that, now I’m REALLY missing the weekend.
Then Monday arrives to shatter that bliss.
Yet this morning, there were many in the office that looked like how I felt – really, really tired. And I lost track of the number of times in conversation someone said they were tired. I highly doubt all these people had exactly the same weekend I did.
But a few things might have contributed to this general blah-ness. This morning was drizzly and cool, the kind of weather that makes you want to wrap up in a toasty blanket or three. It was cloudy and dark driving in and speaking of dark, this Sunday at 2:00 am, we set our clocks back one hour. While it will be nice to have the extra hour of daylight in the morning, the hour less of daylight in the evening will be brutal.
I suspect all us extra tired people are adjusting to the change in season. Maybe we just haven’t noticed it because the temps have been really mild for this time of year.
Well, whatever it is, I sure hope the coffee’s extra strong in the office tomorrow morning.