What Is It About Mondays

It’s All Because I’m Not As Flexible As I Used To Be

“Agave Aging Poorly” — Photo by Author

This is my Monday rant. I’m surprised I’ve not written about it before, as it’s been shaking me up for six weeks now. I’ve not written about it, because it embarrasses me. I’m just not the flexible guy I used to be. There, I said it.

I’ve always prided myself on my ability to roll with the punches that life throws my way. A left hook, no big deal. A gut punch, I can deal with it. Interrupt my routine, I’m flexible. At least I used to be.

These days if my routine is interrupted, I fall apart, fall to pieces, and look like that pathetic excuse for an Agave leaf in the photo above.

“Long, Sharp Thorns” — Photo by Author

My thorns come out, the extra sharp ones. The ones that cover my hide. The ones that don’t need a red flag to warn sensitive souls away.

Now why does this happen on Mondays, and only for the past six weeks, you might ask?

It’s because the cleaning lady comes on Mondays! And she arrives an hour and a half later, than my precious routine would prefer.