I had a perfect, relaxing weekend. I woke up early on Saturday, ate breakfast, then took a nap. Then Steven woke me up for lunch. I ate, took a shower, then took a nap with Steven. Then we woke up and went out to our favorite Mexican restaurant.

Maybe that is what it is like to be a cat. Sleep. Eat. Clean yourself. Sleep. Eat. It’s nice.

I thought having such a relaxing weekend would mean I would be ready for the work week today… and not feel so reluctant to go to work in the morning. Nope.

I still felt as out of it as ever this morning. First, I forgot our safe combination (I needed to get money for a train ticket), so I had to wake Steven up and ask him. Then, while I was packing my lunch, I realized I forgot to put deodorant on, so I had to run back upstairs to put some on. And while I was walking out the door, wearing my snow boots, I realized I didn’t pack any work-friendly shoes in my bag… so I had to run back upstairs… again.

I hate Mondays.