The four day week

So it's Monday again and I was learning to truly hate Mondays.

Mondays are never good, I don't suppose there are many that relish them, the start of the working week, the end of that all to short period of time we refer to as the weekend, the seemingly unending five days of day to day stuff stretching ahead of us, none of it yet expired and the next weekend way to far off in the distance to begin to really anticipate.

But for me this Monday has been somewhat better than many of late, for once I haven't dragged myself around in a state of abject misery all day, ok, so to call me 'Ms Happy' would be maybe stretching a point but somehow today hasn't been quite as bad as the average Monday.

The reason? Nothing earth shattering, just an unusual ability to kick my own a** hard early on in the day, in a figurative sense of course, and more importantly, a few well chosen positive words from a friend (thank you, you know who you are) who reminded me, that in fact there are only four days until the next weekend because Fridays don't count!

Why don't Fridays count you might well ask? Well it's simple, they don't count because Fridays are always good, they have that inherent 'Friday feeling', Monday miseries are nowhere to be seen, a dim and distant memory, so when one is counting 'gemmak days' of the week, Fridays have no need to be included!....see, simple, the week is only four days long not five! ;o)