There's nothing quite like waking up early on a Monday morning after a long weekend of nearly non-stop and labor intensive DIY work, back aching, hands sore, exhausted and trying to figure out if it's all some sort of a cruel dream and it's actually Saturday, or if the weekend is actually over, if it's actually Monday morning, actually time to go back to work, unfortunately the start of a new work week.

A quick mental check of the holidays occurs in a last ditch effort to avoid the day's responsibilities. My groggy inner dialog struggles to acquire a grasp on the fine line between real life cognition and the relaxed state of REM sleep it just departed. "President's Day? Nope, too warm out. Fourth of July? Nope, just had that. Labor Day? Wait, is it? Ahh crap, that's next week."

As I begrudgingly dragged my tired body from the bed I thought back on all I had accomplished over the weekend, which competed at the forefront of my mind with thoughts of feeble frailty as my stiff feet hit the ground feeling like brittle glass, an agonizing reminder that I'm not the 25 year old kid that bought this fixer upper more than a decade earlier. Coaxing my not-a-spring-chicken body into the vertical and upright position I gingerly waddled towards the shower, knocking the cobwebs from my brain as I started to plan out my day.

Shower, bus to work, work on a blog post on the way into the office. I usually write better in the morning after a restful night's sleep, but not this morning, too tired, too lazy, too old. When I get into the office I'm met with the usual, meeting, meeting, meeting, lunch at the food trucks...

...a vegan tofu based sloppy joe on this fine day...then a meeting, another meeting... and a meeting...grrrr. Once free from the shackles of my day job I hop the bus on the way back home and start thinking about all I'd like to accomplish in the evening. Mentally arranging my to do list I'm like a little kid who is planning the order in which he'll eat the bounty of candy after a successful trick or treating venture, ready to devour the entire bucket, but knowing full well his stomach is far too small for all of his plans.