Monday. The first day back after a 4 day weekend. I cannot put into words how much coffee is necessitated by this fact. I’m not really tired but more…fussy. Kinda like a kid that has lost its binky.
Example: I walk into the snack room at work to get my second cup of coffee. It is 9am. Ordinarily there are two pots of caffeinated nectar flowing at this still early hour. But not today. No. Someone has decided to turn off one pot, limiting coffee dispensing to one pot. In my head, I go into the following rage: Mother of God! Who, I repeat WHO, has decreed themselves God and decided only one pot of coffee needs to be going? It is 9am, 9AM!!! And Monday! Un-freaking, crappin’ crap, unacceptable!
Needless to say, my passive aggressive tantrum reminded me that as bad as the Monday after a 4 day weekend is, it is always better than the first Monday of a new diet. Which brings me to next Monday….let’s just say there had better be two pots of coffee brewing!