I'm not normally one of those people that has huge Monday issues. In fact, when I was teaching, Monday was usually a decent day. The kids were still sort of calm from having a two-day break (although this particular Monday would have been a different story), and I was more relaxed from the weekend.
I finished my cards for Heather's swap last night, and got them in the mail.
Our linen closet is really and truly organized for the first time, oh, you know, EVER.
My work computer came back today, with a new hard drive, and absolutely zero of anything else, but that's okay. We're going to make it.
I am a little sad because I finally got Marie Antoinette (the Kirsten Dunst version - Amber Atkins, anyone? Anyone? Anyone at all?) on Netflix, but it didn't work, so I had to order the allegedly-immediate replacement.
But in general, nothing is wrong, I'm just feeling puny.
Blame it on Solzhenitsyn - my buddy, my pal, the one I could always rely on to make me put my personal tragedy in perspective. He's off to Russian Orthodox Heaven, where the vodka flows freely, and you never, ever lose your basic human rights and civil liberties. Heck, I bet he even gets to hang out with my other Russian buddy, Yevgenia Ginzburg. Lucky duck.
Have a happier Monday than I am having.