Mondays needs to be accompanied by a bit of softness, a couple of indulgences. A good blog to read, the discovery of a new tool or perhaps just some enjoyable easy company. Time needs to move quickly and I also find that a steady long stare into nothing, is part and parcel of the journey to Mondays’ end. Thankfully we have revamped our offices and now I can stare at the gloomy pine tree outside – swaying in the sunless air.
It is the day I am least likely to go to yoga and my couch, black velvet blanket and fluffy slippers are thought of with tremendous longing. I rather enjoy knowing that I can make up for my lapse of productivity in the three days that lie ahead. (I try not to count Friday at this point)
On a Monday, there’s a tendency to remain wallowing in the warm memories of the weekend just gone by. The drinks they came five minutes after leaving the office on Friday, then a fast and furious night quickly blurred by patron, crazy antics and drunken loose haired fun! Saturday called for Peroni at sunset, the sea, sushi and a delightful assortment of old and eccentric movies with Glenmorangie and my new Favourite: Redbreast – yum!!! Although I have confessed to my partner in indulgences – that I may very possibly be influenced by the price of one dram of the stuff!
Then Last night we made a long table from three bar tables, complete with two candlesticks. Trays of home cooked lasagne, potato salad. 12 people almost all completely different. Different cultures, languages, backgrounds – but a shared love of dancing. A strange feeling of family amongst almost strangers. How is it that such a strange dynamic exists, in this place they told me was so clicky? There it is again. Now it is dinner on a Dance Floor, followed by desert, then followed by a movie.
Sunday nights are the nights you wish would never end.
Today is drawing to a close. I want to go home, clean house, which will surely lend itself to a cleaner mental focus. I want to write in my Red Moleskin diary and make a gigantic pot of Thai Green Curry – which should carry me through the rest of the week in healthy manner. Yes the transition from party girl to domestic is rather alarming. I must ensure I have a glass of red to assist with the cleaning…